Been Around the World, and I can't find my baby...

After a night of being chased by Zombies.. (Himself), and defending attacks (me), we woke to room service waking us twice in an hour between 7.30 and 8.30 in a grey day in Toronto. So much for "Peace and Quiet Floor" and thank god for door chains.

We headed downstairs for our breakfast which we knew wouldn't be covered by our voucher, but were up for it anyways. Since we were feeling frivolous and extravagant, we opted for Eggs Benedict with hash browns. It was a bit lush and also a bit much. The hash browns weren't shaped, but just a half a plate full of fried, shredded potato with coriander. I loved them, but couldn't finish them.

We bimbled around the shop for a bit, looking at everything Moose and Maple leaf themed but left only with a packet of tissues (sniffling takes it out of the sleeves, especially when you ain't wearing them).

We decided to check out early and head back to the airport (30 steps away), just to be safe, and get into the check in line as soon as possible. We had been sitting on our elected chairs for 2 hours before we realised there were more shops than we had initially thought. 5 hours were spent people watching and wondering about the sheer volume of people who arrived at the airport, tried to check in and buy a new bag, or two, re-distribute their packing and check in again.

Eventually we got into the lane for check in and the BA staff were very lovely as expected, and shouted at a couple who tried to push in, in front of us. In the departure lounge, after the obligatory body search, there were even more shops and every sitting area had an iPad available for flyers use, joy, joy.

It was a Dreamliner, and I was slightly dubious about it. Working near the airport, and watching the Dreamliners having test flights after every grounding since launch I was a tad apprehensive. However we boarded and upon sitting down in our centre seats, the charming lady to my right, asked if she might change seats. I don't think she liked my full bosom, and Jennifer Lopez arse. The steward very firmly told her that the plane was full and she would have to stay put.

My neck is locked to the left, as I spent the next seven hours, facing away from her, least I offended her with my blinding beauty still further.

Dreamliner is not that dreamy. There is VERY little foot space.