From a Solo to a Duo

An exciting new chapter of Lost In Arcadia begins today when I fly long haul with my husband for the first time in 13 years. This will be his first experience of my slow travel 2 long layovers and 3 flights regime. This will be my first experience of being wildly jet lagged and having to consider someone else’s needs.

Moreover, I’ve been injured and I can’t walk far yet (4500 steps is my preferred limit, with 7000 steps being my ‘will need to stay in bed tomorrow with the affected leg elevated’ upper limit). What if my leg swells up like a balloon? What if we both need to use the bathroom at the same time? What if we want to nap at different times? Or, oh the horror, what if there’s a person in the seat beside us on the flight?! Yes, FWP I know, but these things matter. Sort of. They tend to loom large in the moment, at least.

And he’s recovering from a severe cold, so he’s not at his shiny best either. I wonder if this was a good idea? I guess we’ll both know in 3 days’ time.