Own bed

Nothing quite like it, is there?

We’re back, but it was probably the worst flight I’ve ever had. Weird temperature fluctuations, a horrendously and consistently loud and upset child (not ours) and less leg room than a giraffe in a matchbox.
It wasn’t fun. It was full though – much like the one on the way out – which again fails to explain that SAA decision to pull out of providing direct flights from Cape Town to London.

Tomorrow, real life begins again.
Oh joy.