This Man's Life: High anxiety at 35,000ft - and Victoria's secrets over lunch in London
'Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting' - Peter Pan
I kissed my two-year-old daughter goodbye at five in the morning last Friday. She was fast asleep in her cot, lost in her little dreamland of Ben and Holly, the Wise Old Elf and Nanny Plum. When she woke up, I was gone, far away. I hope Emilia was wondering where her father was that morning when her mummy got her up for her brekkie, as I always give it to her.
I hate leaving Emilia to go away for any period of time overseas. I know this sounds irrational, possibly even a little nutty, but every time I have to leave Emilia, I have this dread in the pit of my stomach.