Leaving, On A Jet Plane

So. My bags were packed.

I bought a new book.

And, on the ridiculously minimal off-chance Mr.O’Hagan couldn’t capivate me, my knitting was bundled up as hand luggage.

Even Hamish was packed. And Waiting.

But we got stood up, didn’t we, President???

So my running away to Port-land Or-e-gon has been delayed yet again, cos Someone is too busy to bring Airforce One to Oz.

Not happy Barry.