Crying and Flying

Before I begin this tale I must point out an important fact............On Sunday (exactly 3 days before I went away) Mr DG.......Lets call him "Mr Your To Blame" for the purpose of this paragraph........Left the broom laying across the entrance to the kitchen. Me, in all my haste of trying to get everything done whipped into said kitchen and with an arm full of washing tripped over ridiculously placed broom, hurtled into the fridge and stubbed my little toe on the corner of the unit. Now, we have all done this before and jumped around swearing and shouting but on this occasion it was slightly different......My little toe was kind of sticking out at a right angle looking......Well......Looking a little bit broken.........

Anyway, on with my story .............................................................................................

So, we arrived in Luxembourg on our own and without the kids which was strange, horrible and exciting all in one, flight was a little bumpy and seats were literally one on top of each other but after careful breathing and much Rescue Remedy, Calms and Gin (I'm joking) I managed to relax and begin to look forward to my get away. My self help app worked very well considering and although I dribbled slightly on Mr DG's shoulder I think it did some good.

Unfortunately right in front of us was a screaming baby and when I say screaming I mean screaming..........No matter how loud I turned my self help guru up the baby managed to drown him out. The other passengers began to turn around and roll their eyes at each other and make snide comments, one woman even asked to be moved in a very loud voice.
I saw the face of the young Mum who was not only mortified but truly upset by the whole experience. Her husband looked on with that kind of "I have no idea what we do now" look and other passengers began to turn around and stare. This reaction from others made me feel angry and quite frankly uneasy.
The problem was clear to see, this poor little mite had been strapped against her Mummy's chest for take off........It was bad enough being a grown up and feeling squashed against the seat in front but imagine how she felt.
Once we were in the air she stopped but did that heart-breaking sobbing thing that babies do. Dad got up and walked her up and down the isle and Mum heaved a sigh and put her head in her hands. I put my hand through the seat in front and squeezed her shoulder "Well done" I said "you handled that beautifully", she looked at me with utter amazement then promptly burst into tears "We have just got off of a 13 hour flight" she said "and she's exhausted". I really felt for her and we exchanged a little wink and a smile at the end as we got off and her baby gurgled quite happily at finally being free of that plane........I think I kind of understood where she was coming from too.

Once we were off the plane and in a taxi we headed off to our hotel.................Why all taxi drivers abroad have to drive like Lewis Hamilton will always be a mystery to me. Poor Mr DG who vowed never to go in a taxi again after our New York experience sat with his hand gripping my knee and clutching his stomach as if ready to throw up, his eyes went like saucers and at one point he even grabbed the seat in front...........................Funny I thought as I watched him, his reaction was not dissimilar to me on the plane.

The hotel resembled a Mine Craft block and I remarked how cool The Male Teen would think it was, inside was just beautiful and everyone was super friendly.

Mr DG said his goodbyes and off he went to work leaving me in a strange European city with a credit card and a smile on my face.....................................................Ooooohhhh........................I almost forgot about the "toe".............................By this point it was swelling up nicely and turning a beautiful shade of blue/green/black and even purple............................................How was I going to fit it in any of the shoes I had packed??????????????



Come back Friday to see what happened next.

Love
Me
xxx