Now when it comes to packing, I’m a last minute girl – randomly hurling things in my case in a frenzy…
E, of course, is planning a meticulous countdown - so I wasn’t surprised when he rang up a week before to ask what time to meet at the airport…..

Advance notice is the creed he lives by…
He’d had a momentary panic about his Virgin frequent flyer points ...’they haven’t added them!’ he said…
‘You haven’t flown yet’ I said…..

That’s how advance notice he is.

So …August 31st and we are back on the plane …….

A delay out of Gatwick, and half way across the Atlantic E is busy calculating our arrival
’I think it will be 14.46.20’

I give him a long look. Despite his penchant for precision timing, I can’t believe he will get our landing down to the split second… …
Sure enough ...
At....
14.46.20 ……

Touchdown.

VEGAS!