It just wouldn't be a Christine & Rob adventure without shenanigans like packing until 1:30am, sleeping for four hours, then vacuuming the solarium. And why not? It will be a while before we'll get a chance to vacuum any solariums (I'm making a bold assumption here), so lets show those houseplants some love before the new tenants try smoking them, hmm?
Currently exiled to a tiny gate area at the outer reaches of YVR. First stop: Portland, Oregon, where we'll climb onto the plane that will deposit us at Heathrow tomorrow morning sometime. I can just imagine the interview at UK Immigration: "And how long will you be staying in the UK, then?" "Mmm bort glee SNAT touloo fon. Bo."
Christine looks magnificent in her cheeky goth boots, which have already been complimented by a woman whose tiny child seemed to have a better grasp of handheld electronics than I ever will. In fact, this dinosaur laptop is leaving a disturbingly warm sensation in my thighs.
