Well, nearly. After stringing out preparations for our homelessness for a month, we’re finally ready to leave. The contents of the flat is in a skip outside, our few valuables are stashed in Ange’s loft and our ferry is booked for 10.45am tomorrow, so we need to be up and out early enough to make it to Dover by 10 o’clock in the morning.

We’re still ho;pelessly unprepared for France. Can barely speak a word, have no idea where we’re going and are shit scared of cycling on the wrong side of the road. Ah well, planning was never my strong point.