Panic Stations....

Yesterday, packed Harry's case and got everything ready for his early morning start, to Parc Asterix, France. Sandwiches made late last night and put in the fridge ready. Went to bed pretty early, woke up at about 1.30am checked the time and rolled over. Woke up again and checked the time again, still too early, so went back to sleep. Woke up again and panic stations the bloody alarm hadn't gone off and it was 3.30am. Harry had to be at the school at 3.45am for the coach to leave at 4am sharp. Now any one that knows me, knows that I'm not a morning person. Rushed straight into Harry's room, and got him out of bed, thank god all his clothes were ready. He quickly got dressed, rushed downstairs, grabbed the sandwiches from the fridge, grabbed his case and bag and got him to the school at 3.50am. Thank goodness I woke up when I did. Anyway went back to bed only to be woken at 6.30am, with a phone call from Harry, asking where his wallet was. Thankfully, I'd packed it last night in his rucksack, so told him where it was. Panic over...