So here we go again. The same chestnut.
We're on our way again.
Wife transferred back to England.
Dog needs shipping. He's going to hate that.
Us flying. I'm going to hate that.
Uncluttering. I get sentimental over clothes ('I went to university with this t-shirt') and asking me to throw away a book is like asking Lance Armstrong to chuck out his remaining nut.
Panicking (more her than me).
Tension fuelled sleepless nights (more me than her).
So the countdown to England has begun. We're gone at end of September.
Rev, I leave Japan to you. Take care of it until I get back.
And try not to let this happen too much: