It's 2217 and we've just realised that we don't actually leave until the 16th November. This is, quite frankly, a bit of a relief, as we didn't know how we were going to do everything on our 'To Do' list by Saturday (the 15th). And reassuringly stupid of us too. If it wasn't embarrassingly anal, I would write out our 'To Do' list here, but even I think that's too nerdy for words. Maybe Marv will do it instead.