Pissport

Well. I never expected to be doing a blog tonight.
Have had a wonderful three days in Weymouth (not alone) we went to sub tropical gardens in Abbotsbury, got to know some some real life pirates, (well actors doing a smugglers walking tour...) and went to Chesil beach... all absolutely fab.  And am home with just enough  time to get hot bath, and check all is well for my 930am flight tomorrow to Inverness where I then go on to Orknies and Shetlands. Just so much fun.
Until I suddenly, with open mouth realised my passport is still at the Mongolian Embassy in London. Which will not be open again til 10am Monday.
Does not bode well for a Phileas-type-round-the-world-organising-by-myself traveller.
Oops!