Day 151. Cat in a bag.

Packing Bea's mini case for the journey up to Whitley Bay and came back upstairs to find the cat sleeping happily on it. Needless to say we made sure she wasn't hiding in any of the overnight bags before we left.

Day 50. The empty suitcase.

It's been a bit of a crazy work day as I've been focused on tidying up projects before I take three days leave. Yes. Three days. This may seem insignificant to many of you but if I tell you the last time I had five days off was in August then you'll understand the context. Tomorrow I head out of the door. Just me and one very excited 8 year old; mine of course, I haven't nabbed a child in a bid to justifiably take part in the many child-friendly half-term activities happening in the North West this week.

I love this time before any journey. The empty suitcase, full of opportunity. So much promise. So many possibilities. The known and the unknown. Three days. I can do a lot with that.