Well that was a squeaky bum start to my adventure.
Missed flights = 1
Hours on M25 = way too many
New flights purchased = 1
No of subsequent flights at risk of now being invalid = 5
Amazingly supportive and calming boyfriend = 1
But on a more positive note I’m now relieved to say that I’m aboard a flight to Bangkok... Michelle, ready or not here I come.
Number of currently screaming children on flight = a chorus of at least 10
Number of hours to Dubai = 7
Number of hours I’d like to spend sleeping = 7
Number of hours that instead I will most likely spend drinking wine = 7
Let the adventures begin. Over and out ✈️