The children (still sounds weird saying that!) were fabulous on the plane. Finn pushed on til the bitter end but eventually went to sleep then slept for hours. Meg slept, ate, slept some more pretty much all the way to London. We flew via Bangkok with the most ridiculous of lay overs. Forty minutes in which they made us disembark, leave the arrivals gate then walk through the airport, through airport security - x-rays, the works - all while carrying a sleeping Finn, a cross Meg and two heavy flight bags - then back via a different route to the VERY SAME GATE. A forty minute round trip. After nine hours of flying, having to remove your shoes while holding a sleeping toddler was a little beyond the bounds of my patience, and it was Jodi that was lumbered! Anyway, on to London. Oh! London, city of all things great and quite possibly the worst cup of coffee I have ever had the misfortune to buy. After 6 years of Aussie fabulousness, Heathrow's finest was sadly lacking.
So, we picked up the car and started a ten day dash, visiting friends and family. It was great. The sun shone, mostly, Finn was thoroughly spoiled and Meg greeted everyone with a smile. Nana and Pops were exhausted after our four days there, Willow was terrified and Baby Bea was probably quite put out having her little cousin to share her limelight!
Finn, having asked at each stop whether we were in Amec-ira yet, was delighted to find out that after just one more plane ride we would finaly be there. A dawn flit back to Heathrow left us wandering whether we were doing the right thing.
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