Amidst packing boxes, rabidly monitoring exchange rates, arranging farewell drinks (yes, I put the wrong date on the invite!) and finalising work commitments, both JB and I have managed to come down with the dreaded lurgy. We’re both wondering why we’re putting ourselves through this; isn’t the decision to travel supposed to be all fun? Whinge, whinge, whinge.
In need of a good laugh, was rapt to receive this email from my brother (WWG).
Water Polo: Serbia vs Albania
21 days to go.
