I didn’t tell Alasdair when I booked our flights that, as it was the same price as it would have been for easyJet from Bristol, we were actually going to be flying business class, which meant a lovely surprise for him at Heathrow getting to sit in a lounge for a bit, given we’d been awake since 2.45am. A quick cooked breakfast, pain au raisin, and no alcohol, despite - god bless - the continued existence of the build-your-own bloody mary bar. It hits the spot.