Sunday morning...

I'm taking the teen-sinister on the first leg of her journey to a faraway land for five weeks...

The little panda-eyed nightmare might get around to packing between then and now...

I have spent weeks buying internationally acceptable leisure-wear and packing that suitcase, yet each day it is emptied of all useful clothing items with a cheery 'I'm not wearing that shite ' and a camel-trains-worth of mascara has taken it's place...

Saturday Night...

There was the usual friendly weekend chat with the bobbies in the suite...

I discovered that CCTV is rather flattering...to her...

Then when I was getting the train tickets the dog had a skunk-freak and did that death-spray all over a group of big guys (they are so not going to pull tonight )

After she has left at the crack-of-creation on Monday morning I will be found sobbing my heart out in Oxford...

Because I'm going to miss her...