The excitement is building here at the resort chaps and chappettes. With just 8 days before I get on board the old 737-000 and wing my way to Don Muang.
The fridge is starting to look a little bare/bear and if I time this right I should be down to my last wotsit of steak and kidney and two spuds just as I walk out the door. I had been using my bog rolls as a measure but I am gonna have at least an entire bog roll left over. My last bits and pieces get slung into a box on 27/12 and go up to Crackerjacks gaff and I am off to stay at a galfriends house on 28 and 29/12.
I have packed both long and short socks (white), along with a nice new pair of sandals with a fancy buckle up device. My medications have been ordered, including the ointment for my sores and two boxes of Bex powders.
All the utilities have been cancelled and a mail redirection ordered.
I am going to have to bring my GI Joe doll and space capsule along in a separate box and I bet those nasty airline ppl will charge me extra for it but I dont care. Joe and I have been through a lot together and I aint gonna leave him behind.
As I enter the final days here at the resort I am having to do a spot of cleaning but have called in a professional cleaner for the tough stains in the bedroom. I told him to bring a ladder so that should be ok.
My pet ghecko's Albert and Moira have just had another litter so that has taken thier mind off my impending departure, which is good, as Moira always did fret so.
I havent said goodbye to the neighbours yet but I overheard them planning a surprise farewell for me.
The hardest part about all this will be saying goodbye to my fridge but I am just going to have to be strong.
Look out LOS, The Cap is on his way.