Lorna dropped Becky and I off at Newcastle airport on a lovely afternoon. We were through security quickly and onto our first flight of the day. We had decided to fly to Paris via Heathrow to save some money & potentially catch up with any of Becky’s friends who maybe working. At Heathrow we asked if we could get on the earlier flight but as they had already requested people to go to the gate they could not move us forward. As her pals were all busy and wi...

Our holiday started with Becky deciding to tidy the flat, this must be a woman thing as I have certainly never tidied anything before going away. After some stressful last minute packing and repacking my mother took us to the airport. We checked in old school at the airport. This actually saved us from a larger queue which worked well. Becky had worked her magic and got us access to the BA lounge. Here we sat in the corner relaxing before our flight with drink...

I finished work at 17:00 & was collected straight away to head up to the airport. Newcastle security was quiet & we zipped straight through to the British Airways lounge. Having arrived in plenty of time we were able to enjoy sandwiches, crisps and biscuits as snacks. The key part of all lounges of course was the help your self bar. Making full use of this was a great way to start the holiday off. In row two of the plane we had plenty of space, & e...

Before my alarm went off I was up & getting ready. This extra time allowed me to get the free bus to Heathrow from just over the road from the hotel. Check in was easy, as I arrived before many of the days flights with American Airlines were due to fly. I met up with my family at the gate, but were delayed on the plane due to a private plane entering Heathrow airspace in error. The flight itself harked back to the flights we used to take in the 90's, as tv...

A long lie in was sadly cut short my the hotel testing the fire alarm at 11am. I decided to pop for lunch at Marco Pierre White & Frankie Detori's sports bar next to the hotel. I went for a pizza & a glass of wine which filled the spot quite nicely. I was shown around a couple of bars in the area by Charlotte who had managed to escape work early. I presented her with a bottle of red pig hand wrapped in the finest carrier bag by Keith himself no less. Ne...