Theoretically I should be full of energy and enthusiasm, getting organised for my trip, but I appear to be dawdling about and actually started another painting.
I did try on several different pairs of jeans before putting them all back in the drawer.
I tried putting everything I need in my little rucksack to see if it would fit easily. It did.
I dyed my hair and accidentally dyed the legs of my reading glasses.
Found some old British money .
Watched several episodes of house buying programmes set in Italy. I think they were all pre brexit.
Arranged to meet up with someone later this week.
And now I’m sitting on the doorstep thinking about what I’ll be doing next week.
I wonder if my brave little pansy will survive.
However it is time for a glass of wine.
There is a street market tomorrow where I may find something which will completely change what I pack.