After a fantastic Boxing Day buffet courtesy of Mrs. Laws we were chauffeured to the airport in the magnificent Ford Fusion which delivered us door to door of Manchester T3. Everything seemed to be going well as we took advantage of the BA Silver card perk of using the Club World check-in queue.
The day before I'd had some trouble checking in on-line and the flight was so full we couldn't get seats together on the Heathrow to Sydney flights - which although wasn't the end of the world would have made it more fun. I got the shock of my life when I was told that I had been offloaded from the flight as BA had been notified by Virgin that my credit card had been used fraudulently (which was true but noone had bothered to mention this to me!).
Anyway after a couple of valiums I managed to stay calm and they got me back on the flight - can you imagine if Steve had been able to go but I hadn't been able to! Mid-life crisis trip of a lifetime over!
So after a couple of drinks to calm down in the Manchester lounge we were off - the lady on the desk said that if we asked in Heathrown they might be able to move our seats together. So down in Heathrow we wandered up to the desk in the lounge and asked nicely if there was any chance of two seats together - 3 milliseconds later were were upgraded to Club World - flat beds here we come!!!
We were so excited and pleased as it would just make the journey so fantastic.
When we were boarding I looked up and saw what I thought was a tramp pushing in at the front of the queue - double take later and I realised that it was Sting!!!! Mr. and Mrs. Sting and the kids and two hangers on friends of the kids. When we got on and all sorted out in our seats Mr. Sting came through from First Class to check his kids were ok who were on the row behind us in Club World - we thought this was quite amusing that they were in the 'relatively cheap seats' while they were up front!! Ladies the rumours are true he is very handsome (and judging by the leg stretch he was doing when we got off at Singapore also very flexible!!).
Anyway enough excitement we set off and enjoyed the first leg by eating a fantastic meal and Mr. 'I never sleep on planes' Davis and I both got over 8 hours sleep!! Second leg was almost too short - no time for any of my planned reading, writing, playing games and ipod listening just more eating and sleeping (but we are good at that!).
So we arrived fresh as daisies into Sydney airport first thing on 28th December after a lot of excitement and a just brilliant journey. Hopped in a taxi and within a few mins we were in Manley at the rubbish apartment of Mr. Stuart Murray - check out the view from his balcony....
