I like to travel on an early morning flight.
It makes for an incredibly long day, but it's worth it to, as The Boy Child said so eloquently, go back in time.
We flew out of London at 09.05 hrs and flew into New York City at 12.30 hrs.
Today turned out differently to what we'd originally planned, because our friends from Connecticut came in to town to surprise us. And a lovely surprise it was, too.
We managed to get tickets for the 9/11 Memorial this afternoon.
The Boy Child ate his first ever hot dog.
Neither of them moaned.
Well, TBC may have a little, but not enough to warrant a full-blown melt down.
As I type this, The Boy Child is fast asleep and has been from the moment he put himself to bed a little before 8pm. Mum is sitting so quietly in the armchair, I suspect she may have nodded off.
New York, New York, the city that never sleeps.