I have heard that phrase several times this weekend.

Did a 12 hour shift on Sat.took works van home, collected son, got to London at 9.30pm. to load belongings into van. Belongings were nowhere near ready to go in van, so had to dismantle furniture, pack boxes, carry it down 3 flights of stairs and load it in van.Had to stop several times to rest as my old spazzy legs simplycouldnt move any more. Got home at 1.30am. exhausted.
Sunday morning- took van to place of storage, unloaded van, took van back to work, came home, had some dinner and headed back to London. Planned on putting daughter and suitcase in car, but found out that there was a load more stuff to go in boxes etc. then in the boot to come home with me and be put in the loft this morning.
Then commenced what should have been the relaxing drive to the airport.

Still, its done now, just got the worry for another 3 hours of hoping she arrives safe and well in Oz.
Then the 7 months of daily worry that shes OK in Oz/Vietnam and Cambodia. Kids, who,d have them ?
