I'm longing to linger until dawn, dear

So, when we boarded this plane, it was Friday tea-time.

When we got off, it was Saturday morning.

I had watched Hunger Games Catching Fire (If that is the second one). Captain Phillips - (Very brave man that ex-husband of Princess Anne), and half of Frozen.

I still can't work out what the Marines were getting all excited about during "Let it Go", yes, is lovely song, but I thought something amazing happened to get those Marines in such a state.

I had a Gin and tonic, as did Si. Biatch beside me had a whisky and asked for another TWO Bottles. My Jenifer Lopez bum and completely full bosom obviously offended her from the moment I sat down. I kept my head facing left the whole time, and stretched my arms over my adoring husband to stop from stiffening up.

The Dreamliner, although sweetly named is not all that. We scuzz actually walk through first class. Everyone was picking up the pillows and cushions, and menus, and commenting on the "claustrophic" nature of the seating. Business class was nicer. - Two seats side by side on either side of the two aisle, bigger seats, and more leg room. I think I would have paid an extra £80 for them.

Economy, where they had squished in 35,000 folk, were three by three, nice big passage ways to walk down, and high head height; no actual space to move your arms from the "folded over brace position" you find yourself in. It's very difficult to eat with your hands in your armpits.

The entertainment pad kept me entertained. As well as my film marathon, I played "Who wants to be a Millionaire", Send random texts to people in first class, and tetris.

I was so happy to be off that plane.

In Heathrow, we were a bit excited to discover that during our upgrade to BA from Icelandic Air, we had tickets which gave us access to the Lounge. Flipping hairies. How the other half live.

We sniggered a lot as we staggered in, wearing our stinky clothes, and messy slept in hair. We helped ourselves to bacon butties, croissants, coffee, tea, crisps, fruit, soup, sandwiches, newspapers, wine and beer.

I lie. We had coffee, tea and I had a buttie, Si had fruit - and watched, as people a whole lot better dressed than us and who were strutting around with the attitude of "look who I am, look where I am", filled their faces with as much of everything they could, and packed more into their bags.

Happily we ended up next to each other on the final part of the journey which was great, because I was doing the whole bouncy neck thing and dribbling down Si - and that was before the plane took off.

So now we are home. Deflated, and missing our weans. We console ourselves by telling each other that we have done our job with Boy... and everything that happens now is down to him . Tooli has headed back to the 'Burgh for her exams and a late night showing of Zac Efron's abs. Who wouldn't be a student eh?

And now I must starve myself for about three months, and sleep for at least two.