Tihase lassie

I seem to be developing a general weakness. My first jabs gave me a rush of nausea and general wrongness, along with a feeling of being punched very hard in either arm. Could there be a better way to spend £184...? My weak arms had to lug a large shipment of bedding, backgammon and books to my mum's on Friday. I had to skip Karen's leaving do (my arrival would have likely sparked several security alerts and had a thief been bothered to make off with anything I'd left unattended, I would have lost all my worldly goods), but managed to go via Smiths and pick up some magazines for the flight, being somewhat dishonest with the Evening Standard honesty box.

Bek and I took the dogs for a walk, with Billy nearly going for a ginger child on a bicycle. I'm not sure her mother was convinced that it was an aversion to the purple leopard print trim on the bike and not that Lhasas have become the next Devil's dog that prompted the snarling.

Today Charlie is godfather, although he'll be more Enfield than Brando.

Have a heinously early flight to Tallinn, but it will be worth it. I'm really looking forward to hiding away in my little cottage. I have four days alone with my own thoughts, which Karen has warned me may not be wise given the enormous upheaval I'm facing. Her trip to Croatia gave her more than enough time to fret about her move to Taiwan on Tuesday (How quickly has that come round?!). I had already been worrying about that, but I'm hoping to lose myself in the sauna:

http://www.tihase.ee/saun.htm

There's also the possibility of a beach. I just hope I packed my passport...