One might be tempted to think that I had started civil unrest in Turkey, just to get out of going there. Fantastic as my organisational skills are, they don't quite run to that. And so, following a conversation with one of our people there (who was actually in the park) and whilst keeping a cautious watch on the FCO website for possible advice not to travel, we are still going.
It feels at the moment as if I am setting up an arrangement of dominos in a Fibonacci spiral and at some point will gently flick the first one and watch them all fall neatly where I wish. Either that or it will be a complete eff up of the highest order. Barring natural disasters, terrorist attacks and very uncivil civil unrest, things should go off vaguely as planned.
I look forward most of all to the final night, which is a little voyage on the Bosphorus, where my newly Ebayed frock will flutter in the breeze and I will think "Thank fuck for that" and mount the bow of the boat like Kate Winslet.