I was so organised. I had lists. I had spreadsheets. I had a GANTT chart. (Well, maybe not that last one.) What went wrong?
Back and forth with the Pet Movers – after 36 hair-raising hours of emails, phone calls, and general scrambling (and possibly begging), I may have a partial solution. My absolutely WONDERFUL nextdoor neighbour has agreed to take Scout from Sunday evening until she is to be picked up on Tuesday. Scout should be airborne by 7am Wednesday, and in Brampton by 1pm EST.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . . . the Change Engine Oil light just came on in the Corsa. Of course it did. Getting in to see a mechanic in less than 2 weeks can be a bit of a nightmare in Scotland, but my cousins take the car (they’re buying it – they haven’t hijacked it) back with them to England Saturday morning. So I had to get it done this week. Found a mechanic who agreed to squeeze us in tomorrow – yay, crisis averted.
Meanwhile, back in the baggage zone (aka the guest bedroom) . . . . even tho I have fewer clothes than when I arrived, I am really not sure I can fit everything in my suitcases. I have a 3-checked bag, 70 kilo limit, and yes, even with those hefty limits, I am still struggling to get it all in. People have been so kind – I bought very few souvenirs myself, but when your lovely young niece gives you a gorgeous coffee table book of Japanese cooking, or her sister has spoiled the dog with at least a dozen wonderful stuffed toys, it’s hard to say no to finding a spot for them in the bag.
And throughout all of this, someone suffers in silence . . . . .