Packing hell............

Packing for a miniatures show is always a fraught business. All the delicately tiny and often incredibly fragile items have to be carefully nestled in protective packaging in order to withstand the rigours of the journey over pot-hole infested roads.

I've spent most of the day so far packing all our wares into boxes by category, then packing those boxes into one humungous box. I'm almost done but haven't yet started on the workshop boxes. I just know that there will be one absolutely vital tool I forget to pack, or that I'll leave the carefully collated instruction booklets.

Also, because we'll be away for two nights, we will also have to take enough stuff for the weekend, smartish clothes for both days, overnight stuff etc etc. Quite how we're going to fit everything, including the display stand, into our extremely small car is an as yet unsolved mystery

Small Dog is going to have dedicated dog-sitters in the shape of two (nominally) adult offspring who have been bullied, goaded, bribed talked into staying with her, on the basis that the fridge is fully stocked and they have unrestricted access to the Wii.

Unsurprisingly, Small Dog is enchanted at the prospect of having them at her beck and call, although she is under strict instructions not to initiate any games of 'break the furniture' or similar.

Ok, back to the fray.......