So, sigh.

I chased up KfW2.

"Are we still meeting on Friday?" 

"Let me get back to you. I don't know if Friday or Saturday will suit better."

I'm assuming that she's forgotten at this point and is scrambling. It's doubly frustrating. She was the one who chose this date, so to be unsure only two days before is not something I wanted to hear, especially after spending over a year trying to get her out.

Let's see what she comes back with. I can do either day. It's not like my diary is full, but at the same time, she doesn't know that.