For a quick update - it is now 10pm, I can't be bothered to pack, although I put a kick arse play list on my shuffle for the week. All of my cycling stuff is now rounded up into one place, although actually putting it into a bag seems like effort. Finally, all of my socks have been stolen by the sock monster. Odd socks it is then. Now where's the drink? This might make the whole packing process more pleasant (and will make the unpacking process far more funny).