In less than 6 hours we will be sitting on a plane on our way home. I can't quite believe the time has come. We have all been eagerly awaiting this day for some time. The kids have dreams of Six Ways fish and chips and McDonald's drive through on the way home from the airport. Me, I just have dreams of a peaceful, uneventful flight home. God willing, this time tomorrow we will be home safe and sound. That is as long as we get on the plane with Eliza coughing and spluttering. Darn that swine flu........
Nine weeks at home will be just what the doctor ordered, just enough time to fatten Mac up and catch up some much needed family time. Some immunisations are also on the agenda, the kids may not be so keen to find that out.
As usual, there are mixed emotions when leaving the place we now call our temporary home. Leaving Andrew here is also hard but we know Margaret is here to look after her Master and cook his meals and do his washing. God bless her. He will be joining us in June for a week, so that will be great.
We have met so many great friends and it is with much sadness that I have said goodbye to 2 lovely friends today that will be moving on to their next big adventures. That, I suppose is the life of an expat, constantly fair welling people at either end of the globe.
Anyway, can't wait to see all our family and friends and look forward to catching up for a coffee with you all.
Wish me luck and say a prayer for a weary Mother of 3 tired kids.