Okay, so a better mood today thankfully, fuelled by alternating cries of “Mickey!” And “Everything is Awesome!” (can you tell what film we just watched?), so I’m people watching in the Gatwick Departure Lounge and supping a Guinness.
The last time I was here, we were about to jet off to the Maldives (hark at me, sounding like a jet-setter), so there’s a sense of familiarity now that I think is taking the edge off waiting to be called.
My daughter, by contrast, has never flown long-haul before so I’m enjoying watching her take it all in, absorbing the experience like a sponge in the bath. So far there’s no dramas, though a small cheer went up as someone was named and shamed in the last call for a flight just now.
Speaking of calls, our flight just appeared on the board, so time to go…