Flying South

Another day another flight.

But no laptops in my hand luggage today, oh no. Today's carry-on includes flipflops and lairy shorts and gin.

No in flight reviews of PowerPoint slides, no hurried conversation to "get our ducks in a row". This flight has been mainly taken up with putting stickers of increasingly bizarrely named* Star Wars characters into an album and repeatedly explaining why, in the unlikely event of a drop in cabin pressure, I have to put on my oxygen mask before that of The Boy Wonder.

Because this is a family holiday. Not the full assembled cast, but the FMA, TBW and The Tall Dude. By the time you read this I will probably be sitting in the sunshine, maybe with a cold beer. And it will be ace.

If not, we have the gin.

NDC

* Kit Fisto. I shit you not.