Pre Christmas Stress Disorder

I have it. But I'm holding it back... I lost my voice last week, and my passport this week. So, now, I'm typing this from my parent's house in Jersey (they're not here, they're in Sydney), where my brother should be (but isn't, he's in London), when I should be in London, and he should be in Jersey. Hmpf.

Reason for being in Jersey: the only way to get a new passport before I fly to New Zealand on Friday, all being well to pick it up at midday tomorrow that is.

Reason for missing passport: who knows. It's a most "un-Kate like" thing to do, as my Mum helpfully pointed out as I was winging my way to Gatwick on the train this morning - although she was most helpful in providing the exact location of my birth certificate for me, so that was rather handy! Thanks Mum.

Bonus good things of being in Jersey: dinner with Debbie and David, unplanned coffee (after surprising them rather well) with Jenny and her Mum, and buying a shony new camera, in time to take on travels, at a knock down price with lots of extras thrown in. With thanks to the nice man in Fotosound who took pity on me, and to my wonderful John, who is buying it for me for Christmas, and has remained admirably calm through the traumas, despite at the moment being at the tail end of a 20 hour train journey to Malaysia. Thanks babe.

In other news: I've finally finished reading Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy. The verdict? Rubbish! On to War and Peace now. Yes, really.