At this point I must bow from the waist to those mothers with small children who make transcontinental flights. Respect.
I've packed his backpack with Oreos, Bourbon biscuits, juice tetrapaks, Lays. And his beloved chutney sandwiches. I'm keeping a novel I'm midway through in my handbag. Maybe I'm being ambitious.
We go to Pune for a few days of R&R and unwinding. This summer, the brat has not had a vacation, so this is the closest he's getting to one. Wish us luck for the journey. Mamma must be getting soft in the head if she's stressing out about going on a four hour bus ride.