I know, there's no rushing an Almerían. It's just that I'm busier'n the busiest person in Busytown just now and wanted everything neatly tucked away before I collapse in a smelly heap later this month. I've been through more time zones than Doctor Who in the past few weeks - there's a very real chance I'll pass myself in mid-air one of these days
Good news is I told Mrs S I'd booked her a ticket and she didn't slam the 'phone down, so looks like she'll be aboard.
I suspect the Great Moyle has his feet up somewhere, pint in hand, thinking about anything but running just now. I'll drop him a line - would be great to have him along for the apres as well as the main event.
Ha! Just like putting the band back together . . .