6:08pm. Finally in the plane. Child still alive, for now. It’s a close thing…
6:35pm. We’re taxiing and taking off, finally. Child seems to have calmed down a bit, praise the lord. This leg of the flight is 35 minutes late, but hopefully it should just mean that our 1h40m layover in Toronto is that much shorter.
8:30pm. Quiet-ish flight to Toronto. After the longest connection flight walk EVAR, we’re now sitting two rows from the back of the plane. Don’t really care, we’re close to a loo for the bean.
10:00pm. We still haven’t had a drink or a meal. Bean is wasting away. Seriously, this isn’t cool for the child.
11:15pm. Child fed, but still awake. Chillin now, so maybe sleep is a possibility soon. Tomorrow is going to be a looooooong day.
1:00am. As soon as I went to the toilet, Bean sprawled across both his seat and mine. I stayed up for a while, but in the end I couldn’t really spend the next two hours standing in the aisle so I tried to gently cram myself back into my seat. That didn’t go down well and he started to toss and turn and moan. I undid his seatbelt to see if that would help make him more comfortable. In a way, it did, because he in a series of impressive manoeuvres, he rolled out of his seat and ended up stretched out full-length on the floor.
3:00am (8:00am GMT). Bean is awake but zombiesque. He’s grumpy that it’s morning because he wants it to be dark outside so he can sleep.
8:45am. Landed.