We arrived 2 hours early for our flight. Gone are the days of dropping off wife, kids, cases, racing off to park the car, catching a bus back from the car park, bribing or challenging the bus driver to match your inbound speed and get you back to the departure lounge in less than two minutes or your family holiday will start without you...
We passed Luton a few days ago on the way to London and it was a car park, so we decided we'd rather be at the airport hours early than chance a repeat - watching people trundling cases down the hard shoulder in desperation, trying to get to the airport was just misery we didn't need.
So, here we are, listening to (I kid you not...) children whooping - I mean actually, "Whoooooooop, whoooooooooooop!" Who allows a kid to do that without finding out what's wrong? And we're wondering whether we'll get really lucky and the kid won't be on our flight.
That's not bothering me anywhere near as much as you'd imagine, because a) I've become a little used to it because of the next door's zoo and b) we're on our way to SteemFest and nothing (I hope) can spoil this good mood!
See you soon!