As the sun recedes over our own golden pond, it is of course the end first day of the month in which we make the transition to our other life, a day when, with the spectre of yesterday's photo looming large, I daren't say "White Rabbit" after offering my pinch and punch for the first day of the month.
The excitement and stress will grow over coming weeks, I still have a painting to finish and we haven't even made a list yet. For that matter our new credit cards haven't arrived and we need to find some Euro too.
I'll have to dust off the beret and the thermal underwear, but come to think of it there just maybe a nice recipe for rabbit pie ready to come with us on a hard drive near here.
Twenty seven days to sort ourselves out.