After standing in the inevitable Heathrow queues with the usual commotion of families off on their summer travels I had to laugh when Kiran commented on how much of a pain travelling with kids must be.
It doesn't seem that long ago when standing in a very similar queues with 1000 people in front and behind I would hear the stress inducing sentence "Daddy, daddy I need the toilet!" or worse "Daddy, daddy I done a poo!" or experiencing the reflex cupping of hands trying to catch a volley of vomit from one of my offspring and only managing a finger sieve of partially digested breakfast! The thought "You have got to be F****G joking" coming out of my mouth before it could be suppressed, raising Schadenfreude smiles amongst my fellow travellers that I now relish as a spectator.
Today we have the distinct pleasure of travelling with a 20 year old who can smile with us and whose honed student drinking habits managed to sniff out a free vodka cocktail promotion in duty free. An apt celebration to travelling with your kids! 
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