Panic!Panic!Don't Panic

This was written just before our recent fabulous trip
I am a Dad's Army tragic, so Mr Jones the butcher would be proud of the degree of panic that I can engender when trying to organise others.
Getting ready to travel overseas (however briefly) requires ensuring that we have taken everything with us, the dog is at her holiday house, someone can pick up the pieces if a parishioner dies.
This trip is a little one, and later in the year there will be more of a pilgrimage. I simply don't know how I'll cope with that.
Panic, Panic.Don't panic!!