Thanks to the tote bag we got for Christmas (and the huge pile of gifties I've left behind), we're now successfully packed, even including the giant board game my brother had sent to wechsler. I'm personally packed full of egg and crumpet and orange juice, which is sitting on top of some earlier yogurt and granola. We won't be making the 10:35 train (even though it only takes five minutes to walk to the station from here I think I'm just being reasonable about the facts of the matter), but we'll be out of here soon, and I'll be looking for Richard Morgan books at the WH Smith duty-free store in Heathrow before you can whistle Dixie, just wait and see.
Everyone's said goodbye. I'm going to miss you all, dammit. I wish butterbee were in Seattle waiting for me.