After months of planning, packing and panicking it was great to finally have a day to take it all in and catch up with everyone one last time. It was a great day, beer, family and a roast. It wouldn't have been right if we didn't have one last drama before we left, and thankfully my sister Chloe was on the case. It was 11pm and we where on our way to the airport when Chloe felt sick, there was a frantic few seconds for me to empty my rucksack all over the boot to find a carrier, then something like the scene from the exorcist only on a motorway in a Zafira driven by my mum in a dressing gown, with a miniature yorkie thrown in for luck. It was too late when we realised the carrier had holes in it - I'm sure that's some sickos job to put the holes in after the carriers are made just to f*** people up.