A little under two weeks and I'm off to the land of sausage and steins for a German country wedding. I have made all the name tags (to be tied to the wine glasses) with a few spare so the bride-to-be can pick and choose which tag goes with what drunk aunt or weird cousin.
Before I fly out I need to find myself a new suitcase - as there is no way I'm taking my faithful old red backpack - there's an age you get to when you decide your luggage needs wheels and also possibly needs to match. Apparently I have reached that age.
Looks like this Friday will be a late-night shopping expedition in the city followed by a dinner date - and so wheeling my luggage to dinner, classy.