Better late than never.

So we left a day late, flying out on Tuesday instead of Monday. Those of you familiar with our particular branch of the Smyths might not be all that surprised. Did they out faff ourselves, did they spend ten minutes too long thinking we were all of us waiting for everyone else, is that why they missed they flights? Oh ye of little faith. We in fact arrived early at check in, only to be told pleasantly that the flight was over-booked. We were safe, scrupulously punctual as we are, but the more tardy passengers were going to be in for quite the shock. And so, for the good of our fellow passengers and the image of our airline, we gave up our seats.

It is merely academic that they put us up in the Radisson SAS for the night and gave us six hundred euros each. And then bumped us up for the flight today. So that this entry finds me sitting in my slippers on my throne in Business Class, scribbling this note for those of you peasants who can afford the internet. I can see your house from here and my seat is bigger.