Its stupid o clock Saturday night and I am knocking back a couple of extortionately priced vodkas at Liverpool's Reynolds girls airport. Simon is panicking because he just realised the medication he needs to sleep through the flight was packed in the big bag which has now been checked in. Last night we arrived at Simons parents. He couldn't resist being the perfect uncle and brought £7O worth of fireworks. Everyone had a great time watching them go off, although his mom was worried about the damage they were doing to her plants. After an hour of fighting with uncle Simon the kids went home and we went off for 3 hours sleep before we were up again driving to the airport.