Trying to get a quart into a pint pot - ie packing to go to France, layers of stuff as the weather looks changeable. Sister last texted from Sydney airport and should now be en route from Dubai to Paris. A good friend is taking me to Manchester Airport, after a quick lunch. The other day my GD came to Boots with me so that I could stock up on paracetamol (only 32 at a time). As we came out of the shop, she announced in ringing tones: 'That's the last time I buy drugs for you, gran'. Still, she did some hoovering for me.