How to get over 100kg of luggage on to a plane and other life skills

Yes the daughter left home yesterday. She was a little deranged by the time we got to Heathrow which is apparently incredibly useful when checking in luggage. The allowance for Olem is 60 kilos. The first of her three bags was 50kg and they did not even question her. However this being El Al bags are x-rayed prior to check in and she was asked why she had china and a sewing machine in her bags. She was being met at the Airport by 2 friends and a friend's boyfriend who was roped in to help with the baggage-poor bloke.
Hannah told us that she would not cope if we fell apart and we managed to be remarkably calm` Having a really nice though airport priced lunch-it only got difficult at passport control where of course we met another family we know on their way to Israel. Hannah briefly asked if we would be able to come through with her but I figured even 2 Margoli women would not get away with that one. At the last minute she pushed a lovely letter she had written to both of us. Made me feel we have done ok by this child.
I spent last night with West Wing DVDs (my local Blockbusters being unbelievable cretins did not have "The Peep Show") and chocolate ice cream. I did not even knit. I believe the occasional night of complete sloth and nutritional kamakaze has great therapeutic value.
I do not worry too much about this child (her brother I worry). We bought her a camera from Argos-well her father paid and I ran around. It only took 5 photos before saying the memory was full. It turns out that cameras from Argos are sold without a memory card and you have to buy it separately. Apparently it says so on the web site and in the catalogue, however as we did not use a magnifying glass to read the web site we missed this piece of vital information. Hannah told the manager she knew she had no legal rights in this case but that she was very upset and should have gone to a reputable retailer like John Lewis. The thing is once she gets going SHE DOES NOT STOP. The manager offered her the memory card half price at £10, although it was not due to be sold at that price till next week. This almost stopped the torrent gushing from my daughters mouth but not quite so he gave her a £5 voucher that bought the price down to a fiver. She is good.
Back home her room is now my knitting space-all rearranged, tidy and actually dusted-not Hannah's forte. The spare room awaits knitters called to London