Three days

Three days to go: two to Skibo's birthday party, and then a mad frantic dash to pack on Friday evening/Saturday morning. What this means, of course, which I hadn't quite appreciated until this very minute, is that there is basically much less leeway for leftovers at the party. Anything we cook has to be eaten, or we need to find a needy home for it.... or, horror of horrors, throw it away.

Yours, in preparation, both for the party and for the beach,
N.