Have just left a commment on a blog (Missus Moog, I think) and the word verification was 'ANTSY' and that just about sums us up now.
After a month exactly since we left frozen, grey old Blighty the terences and myself begin the epic journey home. It took CK 40 hours from take-off to arriving back ontop the hill but I have a horrible feeling ours will be some many years longer. My best guess at the moment is 6.38 years.
The bags are mostly packed, I have found my sunglasses and my new shoes (was wearing both on Sat. if those in attendance would like to fondly remember my footwear - you didn't see them? Oh! I suppose most of the time I was barefoot but it is the only way to enjoy a Ceasar Salad Pedicure, don't you know ;-) and after a very sleepless night last night this morning the nice man confirmed the existence of my passport on their system and booked me and the terences in!
Princess Curly-Wurly has been in tears because she wants to go home now please and also because she doesn't want to have to say goodbye to her cousins and beloved Grandmother.
destructo-Boy is ready to go home because he misses his daddy.
I just wish someone would invent a teleporter because I have a horrible feeling the time it takes to get home will just keep on rising!
Thanks for being with me on The Great Trip Home.