We made it home in one piece after a made rush to the airport (yeah, okay, I forgot the time of my flights), returning the hire-care five minutes late and being charged for an extra day, doing the incredibly inconvenient security screening (removing boy and babybjorn for the two minutes to get through the scanner and then being bomb tested) and a very rough cross-wind on take-off.
Dear Boy was a champion flyer, conking out just after take-off and snoozing for almost the whole trip. There was a bit of squealing when the ground crew took 20 minutes to faff around with the stairs but almost all the babies were squealing by then.
We arrived home to 11 degrees, grey skies, rain and grand final traffic. Bit of a shock to the system.