A headless chicken

I seem to be running around like a headless chicken, slightly nervous, depressed at leaving Alice and the children, worried about whether the car will start but excited as well.

 

I think that I’ve got everything – there’s not too many shops in the Gobi. I Hope that my petrol’s waiting for us!

 

Off to London tomorrow and the flying with James on Emirates on Sunday afternoon.

 

RHC