back to reality?

I am a little bit known for often being late. This usually happens when there is a train to catch or plane (though I am not able to say, like my friend EC, that I have only missed 2 flights in my life... - that is an achievement) - and I end up running with arms flailing and bags flying along the platform/departures lounge... So I am taking a slight risk by writing this just before I leave for the station to go back to London. And I haven't packed either yet...oh well....

This morning I purchased, from Sharrocks the newsagent, some little envelopes which will be used on the angeling adventures. So these will come with me to London, along with the new bike for my housemate, and probably some eggs, rhubard and last bits of purple sprouting broccoli. Right, I really had better go....or I will miss the train.... but will just write down something my brother (who is home schooled) told me yesterday. Wasps lay their eggs in caterpillars - and the babies hatch and eat the caterpillar alive....