We have lift off in T minus 5 hours

And it really hasn't sunk in. We've just taken approx 50kgs of crap to the freight place, pushed another approx 50kgs into our combined luggage, dropped the rest of the sh1t off at our shed and now we're just counting down...

My mind still does not comprehend that there is no:

1. house to go home to
2. work to be bored (put paid) at
3. quick trip to the pub with my mates
4. etc...

Life is about to get very very strange when I strap myself into the seat and my body removes itself from where my mind is solidly embedded by several thousand kms...

I hate goodbyes - and have said far too many of them over the last few days to people well friends, mates actually that I care a lot about and would on the whole rather be close to. To those of you who fall into that category I have to say "I'm gonna miss you rather a lot" please try to write (and I promise to try to write also and not just blog - btw is 'blog' really a verb yet?).

To those of you who we will see soon very much looking forward to catching up.

Take care all and remember "Natural is not synonymous with safe" ;-)

Jack...