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Packing of both kinds. It’s been an eat-eat-eat weekend, so between us I think we’ve all packed on the pounds, although the important packing has been my bag for tomorrow’s trip. I’m not entirely sure why I opted for an early Eurostar; I could have headed off at lunchtime and had a lay-in, but instead I need to be up at six, out by seven, in London by eight and steaming Paris-bound by nine.

The reason for all the eating was Andrew’s birthday, where all branches of the family converge on the garden, tear around the grass and sit in the sun eating a mountain of food that could rival Christmas. We’re always lucky with the weather, so if you ever want to do something outdoorsy, the motto is to time it to coincide with Andrew’s birthday.

The step-nephews, who last time I saw them were barely able to walk are now running, talking kids, the oldest one aged a rather terrifying five years. I think I’ve only seen him twice in his (and my) whole life, so wasn’t really expecting something that could not only think for himself, but also multi-task, running around everyone’s ankles with a fairly rigid and consequently dangerous plastic sword that eventually succeeded in plating Andrew bum-first into a flower bed, tearing open his hand and arm, followed by a swift episode of blood and plasters.

Have I got everything I need in my bag? I don’t know, but I always travel on the premise that if you forget to take something you can buy it there. Unless it’s a passport. Whether that’s true in the Magic Kingdom, though, only time will tell.

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