Gift of time over the weekend, as remained on terra firma so, got to catch the missed episode of 'Mad Men' (still achingly cool); buy a swimming costume (not a bad idea) and create a very neat, lots of right angles, pile of gear in the hall (something to behold; don't take this many layers skiing) - in readiness for the 'Phone Call.
The 'Phone Call now could come anytime, although Team Leader Mike reckons that we'll get 6-24 hours' notice. This means that every text notification creates a frisson of, verging on unbearable, excitement. A week of these adrenalin highs and lows and I'll be smashing the Limoncello embargo, that's for sure ... Have some sympathy therefore for one of the team who was accidentally called (from an unrecognised 'phone) by a mutual friend at midnight on Saturday night ...
Finally, no, we don't need passports. Or, in fact, Euros. But rest assured that Vodafone will none-the-less transfer me to European roaming as soon as we're in Dover ...
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