Bag packed, last hair wash done and one final blow-dry – I’m not taking a hairdryer, so it’s going to be a month of bad hair days. It’s half past four and I’ve poured myself a glass of wine to calm my nerves. The children are coming over for the last supper, and I’m not cooking: it’s takeaways all round.
This time tomorrow I’ll probably be somewhere over mainland USA. First stop is Chicago for two nights, where I’m meeting friends for dinner at a restaurant called The Girl & The Goat, and I’ve booked myself in for ramen on the Wednesday. Next time you see me, I’ll be stateside!