Bags are (mostly) packed. I think I’ve got everything organised. I’ve double-double checked my flight time and that I have my passport packed and a spare pair of knickers for the plane.
So now I just hope my ear infection survives the flight and that Singapore make sure I don’t sit next to a snotty 3yo or an oversized passenger.
This whole thing doesn’t feel quite real, I don’t have butterflies or anxiety or anything that I’ve been expecting. Am feeling a bit teary about saying goodbye to my 3 boys in the morning, though.
UK, here I come – WISH ME LUCK!!