I'm back in my flat after a couple of days with my parents. I've exchanged money for Euro (bloody high rate) and will be pretty broke by the end of this month.
I also had some photos printed from the boudoir shot, just so I can see what they'll look like in print. I liked it, so now I don't feel so scared about uploading the photos when in Ireland and having them sent straight to the client. Phew!
I'm not in the throws of packing and ordering a taxi for 4.45am. Plane leaves at 6.45am which means you'll find a narcoleptic penguin at the airport around 5.30. Let's hope some nice cute guy sees me sleeping and kicks me so I won't miss my plane.








