Where did the time go and why is there so much still to do?
I am writing this (or at least starting it) on the 11th August—we fly out on the 11th September. Many of our friends remind us with glee that this is 9/11 or as we refer to it in the real world, 11/9. Either way I don’t really have any concerns. I think the food worries me more than flying on that date.
Oh no, someone just pointed out that we return to Aus on Friday 13th.