short story of flight EK433

Our flight back to Dubai is at 0940hrs and Hugh's woken up at 0630hrs. Strangely with a few stretches and roll-overs, he awakes with a smile despite only having had 8hours' sleep. Perhaps it's because he sees familiar faces - Mummy's, Grandma's and Grand aunt Rose's.

We board our flight at 0900hrs and Daddy has the boy on his lap but of course he wants to get down.


Once let loose, he touches everything in sight...


... and refuses to buckle up.


After take-off, Mummy bribes him with a cartoon and he gives it his full attention.


He gets a child meal but wishes to eat on his own.


Finally about 2 hours into the flight, fatique overwhelmed the boy and he sleeps like a baby... allowing Mummy to have brunch and watch Angels & Demons.


THE END