Deplaning after more than eight hours squashed into a seat that didn't recline with the Toddler on my lap was a wonderful feeling. We could have landed anywhere and I'd still have been euphoric. In fact, at one point it looked like we might have to land somewhere else. A male passenger developed chest pains and, sitting in the back row right by the bathroom, I heard the flight attendants talking in hushed tones and witnessed them reaching for the medical equipment in the cabin above my head. Thankfully, our fellow passenger must have had indigestion and visions of an emergency landing - and ending up in Iceland with the Toddler - faded. Coming down to land at Gatwick, I was reminded that England really is a green and pleasant land. Then, suddenly - SNOW! I
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