Intrepid?

Lying in bed waiting. It's 06:25. I'm waiting for the little magician screwed to the wall downstairs to do his magic. Waiting my mind wonders. Sunlight is creeping around the edges of the heavy curtains. It reminds me of the cartoon film The Snowman. In the heavy snow the little boy had built a snowman, and one morning he opened the curtains and his snowman had come to life. It smiled and waved up at him. Inspired I lept from my bed and hurried to the window. I threw back the curtains and there below was a dull grey Volkwagon Polo with a table tied to the roof. Disappointing, until it told me it's name was Darwin. That was a surprise! I thought it would have a German name. Magic isn't what it used to be! Hold on though. The click click clicking of the pipes tells me that the little magician screwed to the wall downstairs has started up the boiler, on time, the house is getting warm! Yipeeee! It works! Pisces boys rock, if that is OK with everyone else, and only if we want to, and we are not always sure we want to.

I've been drinking that very orange orange drink that makes my hyper. Every imaginary friend I ever had arrived after several glasses of this stuff. I don't know what I want for breakfast which bodes ill for the journey ahead. I open the fridge and all it contains is eggs, butter and milk. Omelet and a cup of tea then!

boB is in his new international portable office. He imagines Thunderbird 5 orbiting the earth listening and looking, ready to spring into action. The truth is a nice leather file case from Staples and wifi at McDonalds. If you are not English you don't know what I'm talking about. If you are English you are worrying about my sanity. Hopefully I will find it along the way.

Satnav Jane is coming along this trip. Without her connection to Elsa she is on battery and that is short. I know she will fall asleep at the moment I most need her. The trick is to let her sleep the long boring bits and push the button when we need to find the target.

Vatta?, is writing this rubbish. I'd better go and find Kevin. He'll be saying goodbye to Elsa for five weeks.



The car is loaded and pointed at the road. 1000 miles to go. I know how to do this, it is what I do. The car is heavy. I am so pleased I bought the 1400cc Polo. Cold, snowy, beautiful Sweden awaits. First Woodbridge, Suffolk, great company and a beer. Tomorrow the ferry to The Hook.