I'm feeling V.E.R.Y. rusty so I'll keep to the facts. I'm sitting in Los Angeles. I've just made myself a cup of Trader Joe's English Breakfast Tea which Karen bought last night to help settle me in. Yesterday I kissed my sister goodbye and then Kate and Christopher travelled with me to Heathrow Airport. While we waited for my flight, Christopher found it difficult to masticate a dohnut because of his whole jaw being broken thingumy. Honestly - I think he was just trying to take the focus off me. I sat in the middle of the row on the plane so I had to be tactical with my toilet breaks. I cried a bit when we took off - in a manly, squashed between two complete strangers type of way. I watched two films. I asked for extra wine and some more of those snacky bar snacks but they said they'd have to see if there was enough for everyone else first. I forgot to remind them about it again.