And we will frantically scrub the horrible white tiles on the kitchen floor in preparation for you.

We are ever-so-grateful to the most excellent Wombat (who we hope will keep the wild parties to a minimum, lest she incur the wrath of the neighbour/s).

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Then there was packing! and gnashing teeth over the toiletries v clothing ratio (far too heavy on the toiletries side).

Then there was foot-stomping and the why can’t we go now.

Then there was more tidying and some mending.

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Because I’d packed away my camera, I took the above snaps with the werk-iphone and while uploading discovered this, which Don noticed on the footpath one recent, rare afternoon when we walked home together.

I’ve had Sister Havana in my head ever since.

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Then after a day doing little else, the InformationSuperHighway rewarded me with this:

And I have been giggling ever since, though I am not one to anthropomorphise, this is totally Donaldo and I at around 2am after a (rare) party – no guesses as to who is whom.

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And then, after a couple of wines, I was inclined to bust out the Shoebox Of Ancient Photographs and force poor Donaldo to gaze upon them.

Oh Bessie & Joe/Frank, you were (and are) such adorable poppets!

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Not a lot achieved but the packing involved impromptu inclusion of uno cards, where in the quiet times we will totally kick Joan’s proverbial.