Seems like it was a lifetime ago when we booked our flights to Cairns, but somehow life turned on us, and Al lost his pop, so tomorrow we’ll be heading to the airport… Not to go on a huge adventure up in Tropical North Queensland… but to send him off back to England. I’m not happy, and neither is he, but this is what’s going on now, and it’s what we have to face. Needless to say, I am scared shitless. It’s not like buying things from a shop, I get no guarantees. He’s off in less than 24 hours, and I don’t know if he’ll be back. I’m hanging on to nothing.