Leaving Dublin and coming home

It's lovely to get away but it's always so nice to get back home.

Usually the moment I start to pack my mind goes into home mode.

This time I was well aware that I'd literally arrive back in Johannesburg, have about an hour (enough time for a decent cup of tea) at home and then literally have to leave to go to a team workshop, away from home for another two days when all I wanted to do was veg.

Anyway, such is life when you want to save R2 000 per ticket.

This time we were packed and ready to leave for the airport early so that we wouldn't have a repeat of last year and another missed flight!

Quite honestly I don't think I would have coped with any drama being 23 weeks pregnant!

So we left early and made it in good time to check in leisurely and still have a good chat to Craig and Jo before boarding.

As usual, the Dublin-Abu Dhabi leg of the trip was just awful. Packed with screaming, misbehaving kids, no stretching, food not great, etc.

There was ONE great moment.

A little girl a couple of rows in front of us asked her mother for food.
The mother pointed to the food cart waaayyyyy in front of us and said something
like they are serving the food, they'll get to us eventually.

She then says loud enough for our entire section to hear.

BUT I'M STARVING NOW!

I sooo got that girl :)

Our flight from Abu Dhabi to Johannesburg was delayed so in typical D&M fashion, we were taking our own sweet time at the airport when Dion had an urge to go look at the boards.

Sure enough, suddenly our "delayed" flight says "now boarding".

Do you know what we looked like "running" through the airport? "Running" as only a pregnant woman can.

We were the last ones but the stewardesses said they would have waited for us. Hmmm.

Fortunately the aircraft was empty again so could stretch out and sleep.... BLISS.

Landing on South African soil is always bittersweet - sad that another holiday is over but very, very happy to be home amongst our very friendly people.