1.30 am. Is this actually a joke; I've had two hours sleep. Still, it doesn't feel like you're going away unless you leave home at the crack of dawn. The Fam kindly delivered me to the airport, sending me on my way with a 19.7kg suitcase (job well done!) and the verbal last-minute checklist: 'Have…

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