Woke-up with a start from a dream about The Archers (it's all real and not just a radio soap) and some weird tangent that had me strangling an evil man to save a friend.
Got up and checked the computer, message in from Ari.
ariaga : Buzz if you have a few minutes when you get up
ariaga : or call, I don't care what time it is....it's important
"Eeek!" Think I and "I don't like the sound of that" is also thought.
So I buzz, and Ari tells me to check my email. "By the Gods!" Think I and "I REALLY don't like the sound of this". I start running through the various scenarios in my head as a ton of spam downloads onto my PC along with one forwarded message from Ari which said...
The email, mentioned in my previous post, was a copy of Ari's booking confirmation. She arrives at Heathrow on Wednesday, July 27th at 10:35pm. Needless to say I become all bouncy.
I've started a count down 44 days to go.
And in other news...
Spent the day over at the storage units. Neil came over to help and we got loads done. Very little left to do and I'll be down to only one unit BIG saving. One year on from the horrible start to all the crap stuff I am nearly sorted out.
Dad being cared for.
House let to pay for above.
Stuff from house stored.
Accountant sorting out the tax situation (still think there should at least be a big tax break for letting your home out to pay for residential care).
Not a bad years work for someone who ain't exactly 100% himself. Of course I didn't do it all by myself, big "Thank You" to friends and family for seeing me through all this.