Fasten Your Seatbelts...

Stuart and my flight back from Cork on Sunday night was the worst, bumpiest, most turbulent flight we have ever flown together. I was hysterical, in floods of tears and clawing at my jeans. They had us in a stacked holding pattern for 25 minutes waiting to land at Heathrow Terminal 2 while the weather did its worst! Argh! There was a big round of applause when we touched down by most of the passengers. I, on the other hand, shouted "thank fuck!"