Long haul flights are fun when...

1.  There are no kids with you. 
2.  Work is paying for business class.
3.  There are no kids with you. 

And that, my friends, is going to be me tomorrow, because I'm flying back to London on my own to catch up with old friends, drink gallons of real beer and paint the town red for a conference.  I'm trying my level best to contain my excitement because I should be feeling sorry to leave the boys for a week.  Oh, and to a much, much lesser extent, guilty for leaving Zoe to cope with the little tykes on her own (she forgot my birthday last year). 

But the thought of being waited on hand and foot for 10 solid hours while not having to worry about Max running screaming up and down the aisles, or Tom throwing up over some lovely stewardess, is just too damn wonderful.  There will be no fight with Max in the airport when it's time to go through immigration and he wants to stay on the Postman Pat ride.  There will be no delaying the flight because Tom, seconds before boarding has mysteriously disappeared, only to reappear from behind the vending machine shortly after missing our takeoff slot.  And there will be no cringing from the hostile stares of other passengers, all praying "Please God, don't let it be me".

Oh yes,I fully intend to make the most of this and I won't pretend that I wish I didn't have to go.  I just hope there aren't any noisy kids on the flight.   People are so inconsiderate, travelling with babies and toddlers.  Little monsters should be put in the hold...

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[Jen]

This made me laugh. I completely understand.