Well, she’s buggered off. Got to the airport exactly on schedule, which is rather handy because I missed the turn-off. In truth I probably could have made it but I’d have had to veer across two lanes to get there so I decided against it. Following a brief “Oh, I know what to do!” sojourn through Taunton, it was decided to just go to Bristol and then across on the M4 to London from there.

Yeah, so I guess I’ll not be seeing little sis for a year. I have mixed feelings. It’s good that she’s finally done it, because she’s wanted to travel since she was a kid. But I’m going to miss her, although purely in a very macho big brother way. Obviously.

I think my mother is rather more freaked out by the whole thing than me. But that just goes to show how silly mothers are. 🙂 But Laura will really enjoy herself, and probably be much happier than she ever could be here, at least until she’s *been* there, if that makes any sense. Surprisingly there were very few tears at the airport. I’ve never been one for big shows of emotion in any case, but I was slightly worried that Victoria would burst into tears. (I have an irrational fear of women crying, because I just don’t know what to do with them. Generally I go for the all-too-male response of patting them on the shoulder and muttering “there, there” at them. Alternatively you can give them a proper hug, but this can be dangerous because either they can; cry even harder and make your shoulder wet, or; look at you with hate in the eyes and ask you “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” ) Happily, there weren’t any really spectacular waterworks, although there was a bit more of it when we were on our way back. I had to settle for a squeeze of the knee, there.

I’m going to go to bed now, though, because I have to get up pretty early for a funeral. Busy day tomorrow. Yay. And stuff.