My suitcase is out of the cupboard though, so I guess that's a start?
I'm slightly nervous about getting from Heathrow to my brother C's office in the middle of London, especially when jetlagged and dragging a suitcase behind me. It will involve changing trains and remembering to stand on the right so that I don't get murdered (or at least sighed at excessively) and generally going up and down escalators with a suitcase.
C's given me detailed instructions on how to get to his office which will hopefully prove to be idiot-proof. He even included a street view picture of his office so that I know what it looks like. And if I prove too jetlagged to follow simple instructions, he's informed me that I should ask the staff at the tube station where McDonald's is, and use the free wifi to let him know that I'm an idiot and to come rescue me.
All I know at this point? Is that I'll be taking a lot less luggage than the last time I went to England. Admittedly, I was going to England for several months to study. But I'm still not sure it warranted 40kg worth of luggage...
As for the rest, I foresee this gif coming in handy next Tuesday:
WHAT SHOULD I PACK, YOU GUYS?? TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*.
*Obviously, I have already packed the Tim Tams and Kraft mac and cheese that C's requested.