Less than a week now.

My last day at work was Wednesday, I thought I'd be really excited but I think the feeling was more one of relief - that I've never got to go back there.

It was sad saying bye to the imporant people, I'll really miss them, hopefully they'll have a read of this now and then and not forget about me.

My work leaving do was brilliant. Had a really good night, think everyone else enjoyed themselves too and got lots of nice photos.

It's only 6 days till we leave now. Last night Baz phoned me at about 10pm ish and we were both like "oo this time next week we'll have boarded the plane", but then we have to stop talking about it as I get scared! Sad, really.

There's not a lot left to do now, preparation wise. I've already done a trial run of packing the backpack and found rolling my clothes is the best way. Got the first aid kid sorted, clothes, sun cream, and all that jazz. Just thinking now about getting photocopies of all documents, what to take in my hand luggage, what to wear on the plane, and lots other insignificant thoughts.

I'll be sure to post before we leave! xx