Two more sleeps

Jools spent all night scrubbing the old lair, flinging herself into the fox-mobile with minutes to spare to catch the silver bird to cold and wet climes of gorgeous, charming Melbourne. Now the packing for Paris begins in earnest! "Where are my coats, my warm things and my data sticks?" she mused, sorting through her very large case, packed in a sleep-deprived state, and finding odd and useless treasures. Visions flashed of the little fox-mobile packed to the roof sitting smugly in Auntie's garage...full of warm and useful clothes. Oh, dear. Well that means more shopping...tres tragic! Jools shivered in the southern freeze and thought, well, there's always a silver lining. Bright and warm shopping centres beckoned!