Have just walked CK and smalls back to entrance to Terminal Three carpark for their trip back home to the real world. Had to take them at least that far or they would still be wandering arounnd the airport when I was safely landed in Melbourne. CK's sense of direction is notorious. TG now they are facing the right way Princess C-W will get them back to the car.
Does anyone know what happened to my sense of adventure? All I want to do is head back down the M3, drop the childer at school and then walk my dogs. I think the days where I loved heading off somewhere new and exciting may well be in my past. Good grief, I knew middle-age theoretically started when I turned 40 but to be so old within just a few months?????.
If you get a second send a thought to the gods of flight and 'old' mothers, I have yet to head through the security checks.