The time remaining to sort and pack is dwindling, while the “to do” list is getting longer, anxiety is increasing, pimples are erupting, tempers flash and sleep is a distant memory. One week before lift off and you could cut the tension in this cabin with a knife … I’m not too impressed with myself. I thought I was cooler than this, better organized than the average bear but I’m not and if I was honest about it, which I am about to be, I would have to admit that I’ve not given this move my full commitment, my full energy. I’ve let my wife carry most of the load while I dealt with the care and feeding of His Holiness … I’ve taken a secondary role and waited for instructions, not something I am accustomed to doing, but a role I’ve fallen into quite easily during the last few months. I’m not feeling very happy with myself this morning – and that is a massive understatement – but will have to suffice here in these very public pages.