Where's the Diazepam?

It's 5.15 and I just woke up to the sound of rain hard on my window. I now have to get up, pack, take a taxi into the city and stand in that rain before travelling on coach and then ferry for ten and a half hours. Why won't New Zealand stop following me? Everywhere I go, New Zealand seems to be there too! Where's Britain? Where's my bed? Where's my Diazepam, right, I'm going to need that.