Well, we leave our life of nine years here in England in less than a week. It is finally starting to hit me. I think it will really hit me on Tuesday when the packers come and I no longer have a sofa or any dishes to eat off of. What are we going to do? We are only signed up to move into the hotel on Thursday...
I have been having trouble thinking about next week because I have to memorise LINES for the pilot of the TV programme about the Erechtheion that I am in the blessed position to be in and of which I am the presenter. All my dreams for my research and building are coming true. The modeller is phenomenal, even if I am not sure that he really understands how the changes took place and is not clear about some of the philosophy of reconstruction and restoration in academia.
I'm off to London today to film in the British Museum tomorrow. Staying with the cousins in Richmond, which will be nice, but I will have to get to bed early.
Had a little going away picnic at the local park for the boys to say good-bye to their friends. Oh dear, boys are demanding pancakes for break-fast, so must go...
