Lance Corporal Jones (not panicking)

Last week it was a week away. Seemed like a lifetime.

Suddenly, before you can say “They don’t like it up ’em!” we’re overrun by the imminent arrival of the weekend… (I know it’s only Tuesday, but that means only two more sleeps, and “hit the road”…)

So much to do… thoughts to be (re)arranged… packing to be packaged… socks to be washed… prints to be printed…

If only I hadn’t succumbed to that last bout of procrastination, there might be time to relax. Put the feet up for a while. Enjoy a wee Earl Grey and a rub down with a Brillo Pad (other scouring systems are available)…

Maybe if I don’t sleep for the next sixty-six hours it’ll all fall into place? It’ll be fine!

Now. Where did I leave the bayonet…?!?

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