As I write there are just moments until the beginning of Chris’s stag do.
He has virtually no idea what we’re doing. All he knows is that he’s being picked up by a private car at his house at noon today, that he is away for one night, and that he does not require a passport.
Yesterday I told him he needed to bring some walking boots and a jacket. Then a few hours later I withdrew that and said he needed to bring a swimming costume. I think he no longer trusts anything I say.