Two more sleeps!

...and my sister Elize arrives from SA.

I am so excited I can hardly sit still. The house is almost immaculate. We only have to sort out the bedroom, tidy away clean washing and hang up some suits and voila! we have a home that is habitable.

I haven't seen her or anyone from my family in almost five years - a long, long old time, isn't it? If only South African Airways could fly more flights for cheaper there, it would be fab. But at anything from £500 upwards for a single ticket it has become a bit of a joke.

But hey, E will be here for a full week - admittedly I will only see her for part of that, as she will be going to a boring medical conference of some sort up in the wilds of Bedfordshire and all I can think of is: what will I feed her? The last time I had to cook for her I made tuna toasties, which at that time, had been the FULL extent of my repertoire. Thank heavens it has increased dramatically since then.

A girl can only live on tuna toasties that long!

So - two more sleeps. Up incredibly early on Sunday morning for the drive through to Heathrow - perfect day for travelling through town = not only is it the last leg of the cycling but it is also the Regent Street Festival which means: traffic jams everywhere. So, we are praying to zip there and zip back.

Off I go to check www.deliaonline.co.uk for a nice sumat to make.

Will report back on the deliciousness after the fact.

Well, either that or tell you of the exciting restaurant we opted for!