The following post is from a series of emails I wrote to my girlfriend at the time, whilst on a trip to Africa. She is now my wife, so I did something right.
Notice my list, with all the items I think I need. Yup, that’s right – I stole it off Dad. It’s his laminated reusable holiday packing list. Ain’t that just great.
The one thing here that I so wish I could take, yet can’t, is crouching at the back, looking mischevious…
…I am going to miss that hairy, muddy, scratchy idiot so much.