Scary biscuits. Where did that expression come from? Am I the only one that says that?
My to-do list has taken on a life of its own now – tick one thing off, and something else appears. Time is running out to sort everything out, so anything trivial is getting ignored! Still to do – half my kit list, money, travellers cheques, the last vaccinations, booking hotels… I’m a pig awful procrastinator at the best of times, and this is the worst of times to be a procrastinator.
Yorkshire was, as always, great fun, especially Saturday night, or as the police in Leeds apparently call it, Fight Night. We had a ringside view in Life Bar for a bunch of characters fighting each other, the bouncers, and each other again. And the women were joining in.