Sitting in my dressing gown going through that mental checklist - passport, tickets, enough spare knickers to kit out a small third world country, specs, spare specs, first aid kit (well, some plasters and paracetomol which, as any fan of Casualty will tell you, is all you need apart from a chest drain, paddles (stand clear) and a neck board) and my 21st century writing paper and stamps (and chargers). Next - dress, eat and have the house surveyed (no pressure, then)..............