So why is it that if you get a glass of wine in the pub at 10am you are considered borderline alcoholic but in a business class airport it is more than acceptable.
Oh yes you heard me right, business class lounge is where I am starting this blog. Me, beautiful baby, and he who helped create them are off to the big ole U S of A for a wedding in which my (still haven’t lost the baby weight) body has star billing as a bridesmaid.
Now we don’t have lots of money in fact we are slowly becoming a mums gone to iceland family because tesco value is too pricey!
However he who helped create them has come up trumps for once. As a dedicated cricket player, (oh yes he works all week and they plays cricket all day on a saturday, leaving me to play, fight and bicker all day with twin boy and girl) he has made a friend who works for BA and that friend is now my new best friend as I sit blogging in business class.
We have not even got on plane yet and I am ridiculously excited. However we don’t quite fit in, me in my debenhams jeans don’t match the prada and gucci that has slinked past me. Plus the fact that I am surrounded by every empty packets and plates from all the free food and drink on offer is a clear giveaway that I don’t come here very often.
I am also seriously debating ditching baby beautiful’s toys and nappies and filling up the empty bag with biscuits, stella and pastries whilst everyone else politely takes one biscuit.
So I am loving my BA experience enjoying the luxury which is sweetened by the fact that I am not paying for it. But a bit disappointed no one offered to hold my breast when I started to feed baby b or offered to warm the milk!