– 12:34 pm
We should be in the air right now towards LAX. But BA had other plans for us. SMH. Just as I was about to check us in yesterday, I found out today’s flight had been cancelled. Just like that. I’m sure it wasn’t an easy business decision, but nevertheless, it’s still total bullshit. We’ve just lost a couple of days from our holiday.
It’s been a logistical nightmare trying to get everything back on track. I was on the phone with them forever trying to find a better flight itinerary to the nonsense they suggested as an alternative. I mean, who’s traveling long haul with a four hour layover baby in hand? Not us that’s who!
Your mother rescheduled with the taxi to the airport and I updated Manu on the other side when we land. It’s all good now. We’ll fly out Monday, fingerscrossed.
Perhaps it’s all a blessing in disguise. In the last few days, you’ve had a bit of diarrhea. We don’t know why. You’re just about recovering from it and we’re keeping an even closer eye on you. So maybe a few days repose isn’t such a bad thing. You don’t seem bothered by it though. Your aura is the same – charging towards anything and everything, laughing the entire way.
Also, your grandparents went to Riga for a fortnight earlier this week. They are there to manage some renovations happening to the flat over there. So it’s just been your mother and I full time. We got Valentina to babysit but you were all tears for the entirety of her stay. In all, we were too shattered to finish packing last night to make today’s flight.
Liza’s upstairs, you’re in the playpen next to me dozing off. I’m probably going to hit the pool for a swim.
Oh yeah, we went to Whitstable when you turned eleven months. We had oysters and overpriced seafood. It was a fab day. You got to kick rocks on the stony beach with your grandparents. My dad sent his love on the day, like clockwork. We currently don’t have any plans for when you turn one but it won’t be anything grandiose. You won’t remember it.
