"It's just 2 blades Mum"
After nearly 2 amazing fab years of living in Australia we decided it was time to fly back to the UK (plus the trip was paid for and we had to go back within the 2 years, but nevertheless) our lovely friend Lex was due to pick us up at 3pm, we had a slight wobble 20 minutes before when Sean started shrieking “We have to book in Mad by 3pm”. “Oh ok” I tell him. All of a sudden our calm lazy Sunday waiting and chilling for Lex drastically became a shrieking match and frantic googling “latest check ins” “Qantas telephone number” and “in flight movies” (well I was curious). We finally concluded that we were ok we had until 3.40pm to check in. Yay us. Still shrieking and Sean checking his watch every 3 seconds we got to the airport on time, baggage checked and that all important question asked “do you have spare or loose batteries” “no, of course we don’t” but no that’s not true “I do” a little voice pipes up. Ob is then asked to get said batteries and put in his hand luggage. We wave...