Well, we made it to the Ramada, but it was a long, tiring, emotional day. The kids were brilliant on the train and bus despite the drunken passenger asking them if they would prefer him to be their dad before he touched up a nice young woman we had been talking to.
We staggered in to the hotel at 6 and had a snacky dinner after the massive pizza fest at lunch. Thank you to everyone who has wished us luck on our journey by txt and email today. We really appreciate it.
We are both mortified that we forgot to retrieve the registration documents for Holly, but it can be sorted out. Also frustrating was finding the keys to The Old Manse in Tamsin's bag. One more thing to sort out before we take off (in addition to the insurance and getting five people, 16 bags and a kite box to the airport). But if they are the only mistakes we have made/things we have forgotten, it won't be so bad.
I remain someone with nagging doubts that I have forgotten to pack something important and I will start off teaching in Fairlie in my underpants because I forgot to pack trousers...
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