Sitting in the BA lounge at Heathrow watching the planes take off and the sky turn pink. One of the perks of having a frequent flyer father is somewhere nice to sit and wait. Although I am getting odd looks as I'm clearly not a businessman.

I had to resort to socks and sandles as socks and flip flops is plain lunacy, I didn't want cold feet and I'm not taking any trainers. However, it's stressing me out A LOT, almost as bad as if I was wearing crocs. (No offence to those of you partial to either of these footwear options) I might have go and look for some plimsoles in Accessories. Thanks to Mr Osborne duty free is now an even more valid reason to shop.

I'm so sick of waiting to go now. Another hour and a half before my flight. 11 hours on a plane. And to then venture, incident and occurance. Or something like that.