Oh dear, the Treeny Bomb hit again. Poor, organized, pro-active Iain, was hit with a dose of the queen of chaos, and it all came crashing down on us just hours before leaving. Once again we “thought” we were organised. The last few weeks have been mental for us, between finishing up work/jobs, sorting out accounts, paperwork, medical stuff, the wedding, and saying our goodbyes, there wasn’t much time to actually be productive and get our excessively long “to-do list” completed. So just hours before our flight we were running around like mad men trying to get stuff crossed off the list. At least we weren’t as bad as Treeny has been in the past, we didn’t have to pack in the car on the way to the airport, phew.