Getting there...

Well, if I called this "the third post" that would have been plain dull, so something almost as dull instead!

Today I started packing properly and today it was my bike bag. It's a lovely bag, violent violet is the colour (or pink to ordinary folk) from the good people at http://www.on-one.co.uk

They have a lovely graphic on their site, looks a bit like this:



I'm not intending smuggling any small children though, just one awfully nice bike (well taking it and not smuggling it). There is still loads of room in the bag so should be able to take as much as I want (within reason) but watch the weight for a single piece. Hopefully it will all get there on time and in one piece. I've got 2 sets of wheels with me too, hope they all get through the customs.

The car pictured in the first post is looking certain to be mine now too, paid the deposit so I'll have something to drive about on for a bit when I get there. Should get to the Ironman anyway.

Have a link on a job so hopefully I'll hear some more on that soon. It has dawned on me that there are some things wrong and some things very right in Scotland, the job that I had was definitely very wrong. Before I've even left there is an incredible clarity to everything and that's what going away is going to give me.

Emotions still running high and my poor mother isn't taking it too well, we've always been very close, we're going to miss each other, always been her baby I guess.