Our recent travels, in no chronological order.
Day 1
The trip started off pretty badly with our neighbour’s
snot-nosed boy coming over to wish Mia goodbye before we set off the next day.
Very neighbourly and all, but when my daughter developed a veritable river of
phlegm and an accompanying inability to sleep on the 10-hour flight to Heathrow
airport; I could cheerfully have punched his mother for being so irresponsible.
We were jet-lagged, and run ragged from worry and Mia’s fretting; but we cheered up enough to admire the picture-perfect houses and
spotlessly clean streets as we headed out from Heathrow in a cab. “Where are
you from?” the friendly driver had asked me, as he helped us with our luggage.
“Bangalore” I told him. “And that is in…?” "India."
“India! Yes.”
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