My phone has been loaded with every conceivable number I might need...not that I've got any idea whether it's possible to use it out there and the Netbook has been installed with Skype & webcam, ditto phone comment.
Keep checking & re-checking my flight details...still in shock at being sent Business Class! Feel convinced someone is going to ring up and tell me it's all been a joke. Way different to previous employer's travel policy.
The itinerary for Kabul accounts for every minute of every day I'm there with loads of detailed information relating to precisely what I am doing, & who is looking after me. I have the distinct impression they see me as a cross between a frail damsel & Paddington Bear before he met the Browns. From the documentation it also looks like I'll have to learn a new language, there are shed loads of indecipherable acronyms & phrases like "Rotary moves"...I guess that'd be helicopter journeys to us mere mortals.
Hidden in the depths of the instructions is an unsubtle request for supplies of tea bags...Tetley's - specifically the round ones with the holes in them - apparently these are for the in-country management. I wonder if this is an initiative test to check I've read the paperwork ;o) Mrs. W informs me that these very items are on offer in Somerfield at this present moment. So a quick stock up is required before packing. Better make sure I've procured an ample sufficiency to keep everyone happy....working on the premise it's amazing what people will do for a good cuppa ;o)