Our transatlantic flight was uneventful, which is absolutely fine by me. The last thing I wanted was an 'event' at 36,000ft over Greenland. I'm not a nervous traveller, but sitting having breakfast at Mum & Dad's we'd heard several items on the news about the 25th anniversary of Lockerbie, and the weather forecaster was showing maps of what looked like a hurricane over the North Atlantic. Mum then kindly referred me to the newspaper articles saying Saturday was going to see the big Christmas getaway and chaos would ensue on the roads and at railway stations and airports across the country.
But here I am in the Hilton at Chicago airport, after a great nights sleep, getting ready for the next leg - flying down Mexico way!
Alexis is getting very excited, but is currently absorbed in finding out all the terrible things American TV has to offer on a Sunday morning. I'm sitting by the window watching the light snow shower over the multi-storey car park.
Alexis is now panicking that we're going to get snowed-in...
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