Sure, I expect that when we're actually over in Germany having a wow of a time I will devote no effort whatsoever to this cleverly planned blog diary thingo. But, hope springs eternal and buggered if I'm going to send you all postcards.
Please note, notwithstanding this last comment, we do love each and every one of you very much indeed.
Besides, as many of you have noticed I love a chat, and the temptation to tell our travel tales (with a few arms and legs added on, naturally) is just too great so I will beg, borrow and / or steal an internet cafe or two along the way. There may not be photos though, depends what they'll let us do in internet cafes.
Mum, you did quite rightly make the morbid suggestion of a last will and testament (although, really, sheeshh, we're going to Germany, not Iraq. In Iraq, they get killed by terrorists. In Germany, they just train them).
So, for the record, if anything happens to us, Naomi can make the decision who looks after her and her younger siblings (I am confident she will make the right decision), Mark gets to keep my draftsman's desk, Matthew gets all my old U2 books and Phil gets the go kart. There. That was easier than I thought.
Now I expect all of you to bookmark this page and ready yourselves for an entertaining few weeks of engaging anecdotes. Here's a quiz to get you all going, answer now or wait for the answer in the first post sometime week ending 22nd Sept. Who is "Sabine" and why am I so keen to meet her?
