Hotels booked, routes not planned yet. Shirts ironed. Songs being rehearsed. Car smiling and promising not to explode a tyre this time, because I'm not heading up the lumpy western motorways, but the smoooth eastern ones.
I am so glad that I am doing this; I thought that I had disappeared, but I haven't. I am singing my way around the country, swimming through songs, learning so much about everything and everybody.
The dialogue is fantastic.