Possibly the worst part of summer holidays is the travel:
will the plane be delayed (only 15 minutes, so no biggy)
will I have a giant manspreading chatty sweatball in the seat next to me (an older biker who snored, could have been worse - LMB had a terrifed flyer next to her)
will the bags arrive on the same plane (yes, but Dusseldorf baggage handlers seem to be on a permanent go slow, I think a 40 minute wait is 39 minutes too long)
and will someone have taken pity on our lawn & mowed it while we were away, alas no, that job awaits Mr K...