For once I'm actually aware it's Friday.
1) We hiked to the Maryhill Tesco early today and bought an air mattress to sleep on. The movers come several days before our flight (hopefully!, knocking on wood) and I didn't want to pay for a hotel. So a £5 air mattress serves the purpose. Got a few other goodies (chorizo, cheese, crackers) to eat while the weather is hot. (Hot. Hah.)
2) On the way back we stopped at a little cafe (Elois?) next to Opal Moon on Queen Margaret Drive. The food is fantastic. Ate at a table outside the front door, since it was early enough that there wasn't much foot traffic on the sidewalk. Wish I'd known that place was there earlier! I think that with the half-price food M-W and this place (as well as Non Viet) and some nibbles from the shops, we're good on having all the pots/pans/dishes packed.
3) Almost everything that can be packed is now packed. A lady from the local SNP Councillor's office is going to come by in a few days to pick up all the canned and dry goods we have left and take them to the food bank for us. We're happy she'll do it, and she seems thrilled to be able to, so it's a win-win. Maybe she can take the microwave, too. We forgot to send that to the Princess of Wales Hospice.
4) I am tired. We've done a lot, and there's not a lot (other than cleaning and that's, relatively speaking, not all that strenuous) left to do. I am still sad to leave.
5) All this seems so anticlimactic. I was supposed to be living out my "golden years" here. So all the work I put into making that happen: government permissions, moves, feathering of nests, etc., is wasted. Oh, well. I had fun anyway.