Tara Travels

I look like I can do it, and I know I can, but where did those unplanned extra bags come from (not seen on picture)? Stack luggage as follows: Push chair. Car seat on push chair. Baby on car seat on push chair. Hand bag (large, inc. change of baby clothes, toys and nappies), under baby, car seat and push chair in blessed carrier net. Stuff in backback on back. More stuff in large gym bag. Not provided for by travel plan. Dragged along somehow.

Baby travels well. Sleeps all the way on the train and wakes for the real action.

Even after check in we look like a pair of tramps. Tara sees passports and says, gimme that!

Tara sees boarding passes and, having collected both passports, insists; Gimme that, too!
Then she starts flirting. Men. Dark eyes and dark hair seem to be her type (tbc later. Much later). One she's particularly delighted with and nearly jumps over my shoulder to get to. Gimme your number, I tell him, she'll be in touch in about 16 years.* His mates think that's funny (hehehe).

Safety instructions, magazine, flight sickness bag, camera, foodstuffs: Gimme that too, gimme everything, gimme all of it! We trash the magazine and travel sickness bag. The safety instructions are laminated. We leave them dripping. More flirting, the men in the seats in front, behind us, and all in sight across the aisle. Some delighted screeching.
The stewardess agrees: Tara travels well.

* 18, Jose corrects me later.