All went well..... until we came to land. A head wind coupled with bad turbulence made for the bumpiest descent I think I've ever experienced. And the pilot kept on banking round and round, not sure if he'd lost the runway or we were dodging anti-aircraft fire.
Now add to that the pressure of being busting for a wee. My public loo phobia had kicked in and I couldn't bring myself to go on board. By the time we taxied to a halt I would have used a bucket in the aisle. Abandoning Wilf to pick up the hand luggage I legged it for the exit and the nearest loo.
Equalibrium restored I went back and found Wilf, who by this time had met the Oldest Cousin, and our Melbourne adventure began.
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