....and it finally happened after all this waiting. After spending our last 3 nights in a B&B in Wimbledon we are finally off on a Singapore Airlines flight at 6.15pm on Monday 1st March. The flight itself is unremarkable and the choice of exit seats at the cost of £30 extra is a winning one. Max fails miserably to give the impression of being a seasoned traveler and instead of releasing the remote control for the on-board entertainment by pressing on the release button he decides to eradicate the whole contraption, cradle included, ending up in a tangle of cables and earning himself the disapproving look of the pretty Singaporean hostess. In a vane attempt to restore dignity he opens up the little bag containing the headset and separate foam earphones covers only to have one of the covers bounce gingerly in the air and land after a double somersault on the feet of said hostess who is clearly not amused.
In all of this my own personal theatrical crying at the thought of leaving London behind for good is not registered by my hubby while he lives his own personal flight drama and I find myself sniffling away alone and wondering what I did wrong in a previous life to deserve this.
The rest of the flight continues without any problems and we both fall asleep despite the turbulence.
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