It's 2am here in the UK and guess what?

Yep..... I can't sleep.

I have now gone into a mini-panic that in ONE WEEK we'll be emmigrating to Australia!

Jesus, I never thought I'd be saying that!

I've been analysing how I feel about it, and have come to the conclusion that the sinking feeling that I've been getting in the pit of my stomach when I awake in the morning is, in fact, PANIC!  This isnt the usual sort of panic mind you, you know the sort where you're frantically  running around like a headless chicken sort of panic (or should I say headless chook)? Oh no, this type of panic is a sneaky little fecker, that is quite cunning, and just linger's in your sub-concious without you really noticing its there, then up it creeps and pokes you in the ribs with its hard pointy little finger!

I am now collecting and writing down all the possible telephone numbers we might need on arrival JUST in case my phone doesnt work. Paranoya is also getting ITS grubby little pointy fingers aimed at my ribs too I think!?

We have a nice row of suitcases already lined up in the shoebox living room, that due to the size of the said shoebox, is now doubling up as a table , chairs, and a mini-roundabout for the kids.

Anyway, me n my two friends panic and paranoya have things to do .........

Laters.