In my last blog I had finished with us whizzing off to Heathrow in the back of Andrew's car, to quote “All was right and good in the world at that point. We were packed, everything was sent off, Lentil had been sold, Phoebe had turned 8 and we had got to see a show in London. We were well and truly ready to leave and looking forward to four weeks in India...the last leg of our big trip!” Excited? Yes, we sure were. So when we handed our passports over to the check-in lady for Kingfisher Airlines we were expecting a few formalities, rubber stamp, weigh the bags etc. Instead she pursed her lips, flicked through our passports, pursed her lips again, flicked through our passports again. Then she frowned, uh-oh I thought, this doesn't
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