Leaving on a jet plane...

Just dropped Jo and Lou off at the airport - they're off for five weeks around Europe, including a spot of retail therapy in London (no doubt).

Dead jealous, as I wish my trip was today, but loved going to the airport all the same. There's something about airports that make me go all funny. Goosebumps and stuff.

I think it's because as a child, all my relatives lived in far-flung corners of the globe (well, as far-flung as Canada and Australia seemed in the 1970s) so visits to the airport were always joyous or devastating, depending on whether someone was arriving or leaving.

Film director Richard Curtis tried to encapsulate the whole 'everyone at an airport has a story' theory in the opening and closing sequences of Love Actually.

The Channel Nine network here in Australia have done a much better job with their addictive show Hello, Goodbye which chronicles the arrivals and departures at Sydney airport. It's harrowing, heartbreaking, and wonderfully mesmerising.