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2014 — 14 December: Sunday

This is one of those mornings¹ — days, in fact — when I dance to the beat of a distant (Midlands) drum. I'm off to see, not the Wizard of Oz, but the cousins of Brum. Why else would I be up and about in the pre-dawn coolth?

I wonder what I'll manage to forget² this time? Wallet? (I'll be needing a petrol top-up at some point in the next 24 hours.) I've made a note of the newest dog's name (Betsy). Charged the sat nav and the supposedly smart phone. I know where the car's radio aerial is, to screw back in for the duration. I've unearthed my overnight bag just in case. (It's all that's now left of the expensive Samsonite airline travel luggage 'set' Christa and I treated ourselves to for our aborted Seattle trip a decade ago to see Shary Flenniken).

Peter and his g/f still have all the rest. Somewhere. I assume.

TTFN

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Footnotes

¹  Increasingly rare, I have to say, in a peaceful retirement.
²  No passport needed, though I must remember to renew that next year. Better start saving. Also need to remember to take out of the glove box the DVD set I stashed there from Len and have been forgetting regularly since then.