We got here!
Around nine months ago, the folks decided to trade their time share entitlement to have a week in Noosa, taking my nieces for part of the school holidays. Six months later, I decided that would be a fine place and time for us to go on holiday too. JD wasn't confident he'd be able to take leave, so I booked for me and the boys. A week ago, JD decided that he actually did need to have a week off (an idea his team very warmly encouraged when they heard about it). I managed to get him a seat on the same flights as us (at twice the price, naturally).
The flight was chockers - not a seat spare - with lots of young, unhappy children. Poor Toby in the row behind the kids, aged around 2yo, was very unhappy about having to sit still during take-off and landing (we'd seen him in the airport lounge - he's like my nephew Sam in that he Does Not Sit Still). And lots of kids whose legs neatly reached the seat in front, making it difficult to remember not to kick the bum of the person in the seat in front of them. Eh, for two hours, it was tolerable.
Dad met us at the airport, and drove the seven of us (Dad, us four plus my two nieces) in the Prado, and we negotiated the series of roundabouts that constitute Queensland motorways. Mum met us at the door with dinner for the kids and a glass of sparkling wine for the grown ups. The adults dined a little later, including some old friends of the folks who were up this way for one more night.
Reasonable pillows, a good firm bed, and windows that open made for a pretty good night's sleep.
Around nine months ago, the folks decided to trade their time share entitlement to have a week in Noosa, taking my nieces for part of the school holidays. Six months later, I decided that would be a fine place and time for us to go on holiday too. JD wasn't confident he'd be able to take leave, so I booked for me and the boys. A week ago, JD decided that he actually did need to have a week off (an idea his team very warmly encouraged when they heard about it). I managed to get him a seat on the same flights as us (at twice the price, naturally).
The flight was chockers - not a seat spare - with lots of young, unhappy children. Poor Toby in the row behind the kids, aged around 2yo, was very unhappy about having to sit still during take-off and landing (we'd seen him in the airport lounge - he's like my nephew Sam in that he Does Not Sit Still). And lots of kids whose legs neatly reached the seat in front, making it difficult to remember not to kick the bum of the person in the seat in front of them. Eh, for two hours, it was tolerable.
Dad met us at the airport, and drove the seven of us (Dad, us four plus my two nieces) in the Prado, and we negotiated the series of roundabouts that constitute Queensland motorways. Mum met us at the door with dinner for the kids and a glass of sparkling wine for the grown ups. The adults dined a little later, including some old friends of the folks who were up this way for one more night.
Reasonable pillows, a good firm bed, and windows that open made for a pretty good night's sleep.
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