Counting down, fingers crossed. No Problem!

Just two weeks to the big day when all 11 of us fly these shores for the sunnier climes of Corfu. So far it's been quiet of late no major panics yet. WH and I are getting ourselves sorted early as there are sure to be some major hitches to come. I say this advisedly and with a foresight coloured by past experience.

This is the family who lost passports 15 hours before travelling, 17th May 1999 is forever imprinted on my mind as we queued outside the passport office at 6am in order to make a flight at noon. I admit I lied when I called up the airline and said I would be late checking in due to 'car trouble', in reality we were hurtling at breakneck speed down the M4, shiny new passports in hand. We finally joined the back of the check-in queue to the accompaniment of an announcement of a 4 hour flight delay, panic over.

On another occasion, WH and 3 kids fetched up at a campsite in Cornwall at 11pm only to find they had left all the tent poles behind, they arrived home at 3am and had left again by 9 arguing all the while about whose fault it was.

Youngest daughter on her first trip abroad solo, ie without family but unfortunately with the current boyfriend, went to a rave in Spain. She then had her handbag with all her valuables stolen on the first day, money, passport, phone, camera. WH managed to wire money out to her and enabled her to take her pre-booked bus home, however other rowdies on said bus caused all the Brits to be ejected at Dover and we had to retrieve her from there. Our phone bill was colossal that month, in inverse proportion to our bank account.

Middle daughter emigrated to New Zealand. Her new Kiwi husband turned character the day they left and she spent 3 years trying to keep afloat and working all the hours she could whilst he spent every penny, didn't work and generally got into trouble. Finally she snapped and phoned WH to ask for money for flights home. "I'll see how much they are," he said. ""Oh I know already" said she, "I've already booked, you just have to pay".

Eldest daughter and husband also went to Spain for their first holiday as a couple. They didn't go anywhere much and were bored and didn't like the food. They must have had some good times as Number 1 grandson was the result.

So now we're off with the next generation too, one is frightened of flying, one is frightened of nothing, half of the party don't like foreign food, only two of us have ever driven on the 'wrong' side of the road, and two are so frightened of getting lost they're going to stay on the beach all week. Sounds like we're going to have fun.