My interview is at 8.30 tomorrow morning, and to get there on time from Norwich would involve me catching a train at 5.00 in the morning.
And then I thought, but what would happen if the train was delayed for some reason? What if there were signal problems, or leaves on the line? So instead I'm booked into a hotel about ten minutes walk from the Embassy and I'm going to London this afternoon. It will mean I can, hopefully, get a bit more sleep so I'm not quite so jet lagged and it's one less thing to stress out about.
Doc C is practically having kittens about the whole thing, he's really worried that I don't have the right tax forms and just generally freaking out. I think he likes to have a good fret, he's definitely of the opinion that the glass is half-empty and what liquid is in the glass is filthy and disease ridden. I'd always prefer to check what's in the glass first, and if it's nice, well then the glass is half full.
I'm not taking the lap top with me, so I won't be posting the outcome of the interview until tomorrow evening, unless I happen across a nice internet cafe or something.