3am....

And awake! One earplug wrapped in my hair the other stuck to my cheek. The dulcet tones of the one man symphony snorchestra were in full flow, in a more minor key than normal. By the time I'd actually focused on the dark, my noisy little head kicked into action.
"So you fed everyone but you didn't get the accommodation in Lyon sorted, you haven't spoken to Danna, booked flights to SF, sorted out SF accommodation. Where are you going to park the car in Venice, how do you get the car out of Paris. Paris.... must pack wine for Uncle Chris. George Clooney will not be in Lake Como because you haven't sorted out accommodation there, and no he isn't likely to drive past you both asleep on the road and offer you a bed. AND you still have to find the document for the house sitter, sort out the insurance, the electricity etc etc. AND what are you doing leaving the country for 8 weeks when you haven't sorted out some Foody stuff blah blah blah blah blah. And what time am I due at the Doctor?"
The bald man woke up with my endless turning, announced I smelt nice, wrapped his arms around me and carried on with the "Air from my nostrils" Overture in Cminor. A few drugs later and the little voice had gone back to sleep until 20 mins before I was due to be at the Quacks.
Reality hasn't kicked in yet. I am leaving on a jet plane tomorrow for 8 glorious weeks of Asia, Europe and the US. Food, wine, friends and research. Food tours, wine tours, West End shows, Fish and Chips in Devon, watching one of favourite people get married, hugging my brother, arguing with my brother and probably drinking with my brother. I'm most excited about a week in Devon, doing very little but walking and staring into the view!
Thankfully the house will be less naked this evening with the hooks for the curtains now returned. I'm sure I can find someone to hook them all back together................. someone, anyone?