And they're off

Got up at 4.45 this morning to take them to the airport. Surreally quiet in Terminal 1 at Heathrow. Been there so many times now down the years I feel like the place is an extension of my life; all airport lounges merge into one eventually.

After the poignant goodbyes I went to see my Shiatsu therapist then met the girl racer to go to IKEA for ideas and a few purchases. Made salmon and broccoli gratin tonight which went down well.

Not only exhausted but missing my soul mate tonight. We facetimed for a while and it was a contest to see which one of us would fall asleep first.

A bittersweet day. But tomorrow they will really start to have fun.