It was the day of our emigration. old friend Maurice accompanied us to Gatwick and we were glad of the company and the help. We had four heavy suitcases and were way over our luggage allowance. We smiled sweetly at the check-in assistant and either through charm or luck, managed to get most of the excess charges waived. Predictably, Gatwick security was total chaos with queues snaking around the terminal building. As our departure time crept dangerously near, we were plucked from the queue by a surly man clutching a walkie-talkie and fast-tracked through a separate entrance. We hurriedly said our goodbyes to Maurice. He cried. It broke my heart. The magnitude of our decision became crystal clear. And so began a life change of seismic proportions.