Passengers

We left our French home at 9 a.m. for the 45 minute drive to the airport.  As we parked the car we noticed a family with 3 monstrous very lively little boys.  "Bet they are seated behind us", I joked.  They were!  For the first hour of the flight they constantly kicked the backs of our seats, banged on the drop down tables, fought with each other, shouted out randomly and had noisy tantrums.  Dad, who was seated on the other side of the aisle with the quietest boy, was clearly a non-interventionist and kept his head down.  Gran, seated with the two monsters noisier lads thought that it would be a good idea to give them Plasticine to flatten out on the tray tables by banging their little fists on them.  Eventually we moved to the other side of the plane, not far enough away to escape the shouts and screams, but at least we escaped the seat kicking.  The rest of the journey, 3 hour stopover at Stansted and another flight to Belfast went smoothly.  Pic is us on initial approach over County Antrim.