One girl

Well, that's me. obviously.

I'm the one with the suitcase issues and who doesn't know which continents I'm visiting. It's not a good start so far huh?

Oh well, to coin a phrase, it can only get better.

Shep has told me there's no proper agreed definition of a continent, so I'm in the clear there. Lucky. As for the suitcases, we'll just have to see what happens. At the moment and more importantly, I am absolutely bricking it at the thought of getting on the plane. I think I'm getting worse in my old age because I wasn't this bad on my last trip to Oz. Good job that Mr GP has prescribed me some chill-out drugs, although at the moment I'm thinking of scoffing the lot. I'm just not convinced he'd prescribe me some more so soon.....

Knitwear boy has been on the 'natural' calm pills and reckons they do the trick, although frankly I've not noticed this new laid back boy. Maybe the knitwear is re-enforced with threads of steel or something?

Anyway, I digress. Yes, it's me, this is it.

6 days to go.......