I'm leaving on a jet plane

don't know when I'll be back again...

I do actually, the 29th December. The Christmas sicks are back because I'm off later today, flying to Southampton. My mind is chock full of trying to remember things to pack and trying not to think of things that could go wrong. Passports - check. Phone charger - check. Eyebrow tweezers - check.

But! This is my last day of work, I'm not coming back until 3rd January! That's NEXT year! It's serious RDP today at work, I shall not do anything taxing. I may make people tea but that's about it. I had to pop out this morning and collect some property deeds from a sweet lady and she invited me in to her lounge where she had a gorgeous log fire burning. It felt soooo christmassy, I didn't want to leave. I can't wait until we get to Nick's parents house tonight, they always have a massive tree and Nick's Dad always plies me with alcohol and food.

My biggest worry is the amount of hand luggage we want to take on the plane: there's my massive 'doctors kit' handbag which is stuffed with small pressies, Nick's laptop bag plus two big carriers full of pressies and wrapping paper. Lets hope the check in staff are feeling festive.

I got home last night to an empty house, no Molly to greet me at the door and trip me up. I had to throw out her tin of food which was half open in the fridge. I'm ashamed to say I cried some more.

After work I went round to my cousins house with some mince pies and her two little boys were waiting at the dinner table with their little plastic plates at the ready. It was SO cute, she had told them I was on my way with pies. Then William said the burnt bit on his one tasted of poo, which I found very funny but his Mum didn't. Her smallest one, Tom, keeps pointing at me and saying my name which is just adorable. Not that I'm getting clucky!!! No way.