Blue skies, gentle breeze... another tough day in Africa. And I'm inside packing. And repacking. I told my tannie this morning that I see a gap in the market for Packing Coaching. I need someone to tell me how minimalise my packing. I cause myself such stress... my baggage already weighs 20kg and I haven't even included my toilettries. AND I've even cut down on my shoes (only 8 pairs, I left half of them here. Again.) AND I didn't even buy any new shoes today when mom and I were wistfully strolling up and down the isles at Shoe City (bargain, bargain, bargain).
Just to make my flight more comfortable, I paid a quick visit to our family dermatologist. Mumsy darling recently had a melanoma scare and is now on the rampage in the war against skin cancer, so I had to get checked before I left and today was the only day available. It's always a delight having your body scrutinised to the nth degree... the doctor (who looked about 15, when did doctors get so young?) even had a little zappy camera thing which took photos of every blemish/scar/pockmark on my skin. Trust me, you never want to see a mole that close - especially when you know it's happily manifesting itself on your left shoulder. That said, skin cancer sounds frivolous but it is a killer - and a quick one at that. Get your molie-molie-molie-moles checked - regularly!
Right, public service announcement done for the day.
I better get back to packing (and give my father back his computer... he's pacing behind me like a restless bear). Time to get home to the rain, wind and bikes!