With all the travel I do, you'd think I'd be used to packing. But no.
Making it harder is that I'm travelling with the beastie. Lucifer, once I catch him, will be bundled into the car and driven to Adelaide. He has to come with his belongings. It's like travelling with a toddler, albeit one that's a lot quieter in the car and less prone to tantrums once he's in the cage. Getting him in and out of the car is another matter, but I am praying to my better angels for help. A colleague has suggested rubbing Rescue Remedy into his ears before we go - it allegedly calms them down and can't do any harm.
The car is nearly packed. The crate is set up, complete with a litter tray and bedding. The Christmas presents, my clothes, the food I'll take so Mum doesn't complain about the regime. All that needs to go in is the car is the computer and the cat, and me and we'll be on the way for the long drive back to Victor Harbor.
Fun facts about Victor Harbor.
1) When using the town name, there is no 'U' in harbour, unlike if you were spelling it like the place where boats park.
2) It's God's waiting room. It's THE place to retire in South Australia.
3) My grandfather started his career down there in 1915. He used to run telegrams for the post office. My great-grandmother was stuck with six kids when my great-grandfather went off to work for the military.
4) It was initially thought to be the place for the state capital, but there was not enough water and it wasn't flat enough. Colonel Light chose the current site instead as there was more room to move and expand.
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