Don't ask

It's the night before a big trip - off to Edinburgh tomorrow, hopefully leaving around 9am - so today I have been printing off maps, doing laundry, ironing, painting A's bedroom because she got 1/4 way through decorating it and decided decorating is a bit boring, shopping, cooking, and being a taxi service. So the first person to say "have you started packing yet?" gets a slap. Besides, I don't leave til 9am, why would I need to start packing yet? I won't sleep - I never do, the night before I travel. Don't ask me why because I don't know - I'm not scared of flying, ferries, trains, or driving; I don't get travel sick; I actually like travelling for the most part. But still, tonight I might be asleep by 1a.m. if I'm lucky but I'll be awake at 2, 3, 3:30, 4, and probably give up and get up around 5:30 on the basis that if I'm awake I may as well be up.

I have a ticket for the opening night film and party, but am a little disappointed that the dress code is "casual or kilt". I know Edinburgh is much more laid back than Cannes, so wasn't expecting to get the red carpet evening glamour gear out, but still, I have so few excuses to dress up that I was hoping for a chance to wear some mid-range glad rags, at least. Besides, having invested in the full range of underwear from structural to fancy, I need to put my investments to work.

I'm hoping that the flat I've rented has internet access, in which case I might be able not only to read but also answer emails; whatever the situation, I'll try to blog as many reviews as I can over the next 12 days.