Stella

After an early start, we bagged ourselves a seat in the airport.

Yep, we're off on holiday - the first holiday with just Mr A and myself in twenty years!

So here we were sitting in the Virgin Atlantic lounge at just after seven in the morning.

I liked the reflection on the stainless steel seating, although the reflections didn't come out quite as well as the eye saw them. Never mind. Anyway, moments later, a couple sat down on these seats (from Liverpool by the sound of them - I just adore hearing a Scouse accent) and cracked open a can of fizzy drink each. There was me thinking it was a bit early in the day for a cola drink...but no! They were starting on their cans of Stella Artois at seven in the morning!! Now that's truly getting into the "holiday spirit", isn't it? Mr A thought that perhaps they might be nervous travellers...?