The time has come to pack, or at least to move the piles of things from the floor of my bedroom, sort through them, and decide whether or not they will go in the bag or not. I feel fairly certain that last time I went to Nepal I had tons of room left in my bag, but looking at the piles this time, and the bag, then I'm either taking loads more, or my bag has shrunk. Unfortunately I think it's the former rather than the latter, so I'll have to have a ruthless sort out.
Jill has already arrived in Kathmandu and is busy sorting out accommodation and also Nepali lessons for us. And she's been invited to a festival dinner at Oxfam so that should keep her occupied before I get there.
Well, I had better go and start the packing and see if my bag is, in fact, a version of Dr Who's Tardis. The next time I write it will probably be from Nepal, so take care of yourselves until then.