After months of work, we’ve all arrived as has all our stuff. I would like to officially declare that toting tens of thousands of flyers across the country is non-trivial.
We managed to remember everything except the airmattresses; thank goodness for pound shops. The only thing that hasn’t arrived on time is our beautiful hot pink dresses in which we will be wearing as we caper about the Royal Mile. Contingency plans have been set in motion.
Of course, we should go to bed and save energy for our tech tomorrow, but that’s not really going to happen, is it….
