Why oh why am I still finishing off work tasks I should have done weeks ago? With only 4 days til D-Day and Robert breathing down my neck to get the packing done I really hope that our 6 month break will teach me the art of not procrastinating over unpleasant and boring tasks. Or better still that I learn never to take them on in the first place! Having said that I suppose I can't really hope to avoid washing up and taking the tent down altogether. Might make me rather unpopular with the rest of the team. Since neither Mands and Gus, nor Robert and I have ever spent 6 consecutive months with our spouses in relationships of 22 and 25 years respectively, we'd probably be wise to eliminate as many potential sources of friction as possible. Although my right foot already aches at the thought of all that virtual braking.... and that's just on the journey from Harare to Chirundu on the Zambian border.
This morning I had a final last yoga session with one of my wonderful teachers, Philippa, so actually I feel pretty centred and calm, which bodes well. She and my other amazing yoga teacher, Jenny, have been really enthusiastic and supportive about this trip and have made lots of useful suggestions for how we can keep supple and stay positive. I am looking forward to practice sessions on the beach in Tanzania next week with Mands and Max (who has been quite a regular at classes recently). And perhaps some if not all the other boys in the party will be tempted by the bright orange and blue yoga mats or the prospect of being able to touch their toes.