Trains, planes, bags and bras
How to (try to) escape in 2023
On Saturday morning at 7.30am I was supposed to be on a flight to Nice, France. We had left our house at 6am safe in the smug-knowledge that we were on BA flight from City airport which is a 15 minute drive from our house.
We hung around at the airport. There were lots of blonde people going skiing in Chambéry and we …