It's all done, as far as I can see

...which feels a bit spooky, like preparing for one's demise. But it's only the preparation for going on holiday, and tying up the last loose ends so Irene won't find herself with any unfinished business when she returns to work on Monday.

I really, really don't feel like I need a holiday. Anyway, it's been planned and booked, and Janine and Daniel are looking forward -- or so I'm flattering myself -- to my arrival tomorrow, so I probably should stop wailing about not needing a holiday. (I just wish I could shrink ze boyz, put them to sleep and into a small box, and carry them to Austria with me)

Had lunch yesterday with boss, and we discussed all that needed discussing, even though I'd forgotten the list of topics I'd written, probably due to monumental tiredness. My plans of inviting him didn't quite work out, though, because while holding the door of the restaurant open for me he said, "You're aware, aren't you, that I'm going to pay for this lunch, and if you object I'm just going to walk away." So what could I do but accept graciously?

I'm feeling quite generous today and will therefore put the following, Mr H-related blatherings under a cut. You may regard it as my farewell present to you all, plus you may wallow in the comforting thought that I won't have internet access for more than a week, so you'll be spared any further H-related observations.

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