The Last Hours

Just about 13 hours left before I make my way to the Churchillian on Portsdown Hill for the off. As it gets closer and closer the nerves are really kicking in. Said good night to the kids tonight... was a strange feeling, but perhaps not as strange as saying goodbye to D earlier. I know he wants to get to the pub in time tomorrow, but I'd rather he just drove safe. Still didn't stop the lump in the back of the throat and a nervous cough.
Do I say goodbye to everyone here, or not, not really sure what I'm supposed to do right now, but I'm kind of betting that tomorrow there will be a photo or two to go up.
Anyway, a glass of wine, pack the laptop away and off to bed.

See you tomorrow...