Tom, Day 1. With a stroke of luck I managed to overcome my habit of missing flights and was actually in the airport an hour and three quarters before the flight left! I managed to get a heavily Phenergin sedated Chloe onto the plane, where promplty she fell asleep for the majority of the flight (mouth open, dribble aplenty). Arriving in Arlanda airport we were met by Annika, who drove us (if not passerbys) safely to her lovely house in Sollentuna... We had a di...