We left for holiday at 4.30am. i had tummy twists worrying how potentially wrong it could all go if Minnie was not happy!
She woke up when I disturbed her beauty sleep to take her to the taxi but was thankfully well behaved on the journey to Gatwick. She was probably too disorientated to put up a fuss.
The airport is a funny scenario; our flight had lots of kids and lots of anxious mums making ‘here we go’ eyes at each other. There’s like a camaraderie amongst mums travelling and it’s all signalled by nods of the heads and gentle smirks