Chapter 45I'm still tired on Thursday morning and there's so much to do. Because I'll be out of the office Friday to Monday with the London trip, I must organise the work so Paul and Laurent can cope in my absence. There are just not enough hours in the day because every nutcase and time waster in town has chosen this morning to walk through the door and ask stupid questions.
At least I'm now fairly confident about the procedure at Girona airport, for both parking the car and dropping off the luggage, and Michel has told us what to do in order to pass through security and board the plane. By the time I get home today, Patricia will have our cases packed and all our documents will be in her handbag. It seems I'm not to be trusted with these vital pieces of paper. On the odd free moments in
