Awoke at 6.30am, it seems unreal that today has actually arrived at last.
I lie in bed for about 10 minutes and then decide I am feeling sick, go into the bathroom there’s no loo roll and I’m sick everywhere.
Simon goes downstairs to make a drink and informs me there is water dripping through the kitchen ceiling- our long awaited trip has arrived – what a fantastic start to the day!

Several hours later, the bathroom floor has been ripped up, the shower and bath dismantled; and I have made several calls to the insurance company’s emergency helpline, the moderate amount of water dripping through the ceiling would be better described now as pissing through, my nausea hasn’t improved and I’m sick again and Maisie tells me she has a rash.

Things can only get better I think!!

Four o’clock and we have arrived at Heathrow starving hungry, Maisie asks for a pasty for tea and has to settle for a bagel which seems to hit the spot for us all and things are definitely looking up.
I ask the kids to keep an eye out for David and Victoria Beckham and they look at me pityingly as if I am some sad creature from space, a shame really, as last year when we traveled to Thailand and I asked them the same question they both got quite excited at the prospect.

I am reminded again of how quickly they are growing up and it strengthens my resolve to get on that plane and go and show our children the world.

Maisie and I go shopping- we buy The Raconteurs CD in Virgin and get told off for fiddling with the make up in Dior, several large sprays of Jo Malone later and we are ready to board.
As we’re waiting to take off I read lots of texts and listen to some messages from my friends. What a great bunch of mates I’ll miss them a lot – I guess they will be having a few Corona’s for us tonight.

Yeah you lot, you know who you are!!

Its 11 o’clock now been struggling with this for the last hour so am going to try and get some sleep so goodnight children hopefully when we wake up we will be in India, and that – will be another story.