VS009 LHR-JFK 26 May 06 (Upper)

This is a Trip Report from the Upper Class cabin
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We picked up Miss Cloud from school and headed straight to Heathrow, expecting the traffic to be much worse than it was. As it turned out, the M25 was fine and we made good progress. Despite turning up slightly early, the chap from the meet and greet service was there already. He handed over a trolley for our luggage and swiftly made off with our car.
The security chap parroted his questions and almost missed the fact that we had answered yes when he asked if we had any sharp objects in our hand luggage. I explained that I have to carry hypodermic syringes for my son and we were through to check in. One other couple were ahead of us, so it wasnt long before we were at the hallowed desk. It seemed to take quite a long time to actually get checked in, which was wasting good drinking time in the Clubhouse, but we eventually were on our way.
The Clubhouse is, of course, fabulous. My hollow legged daughter was hungry as usual, so had large mid afternoon snack from the deli, followed by an enormous slab of cheesecake and ice-cream. I ordered fish from the menu which took a long time to arrive, forcing me to drink more champagne (oh the hardship!). The gorgeous Baby Cloud made friends by flirting with a celebrity who happened to be in the lounge.
I had a treatment booked so presented myself promptly to be soothed and pampered. Again, I was kept waiting which I figured was eating into my treatment time, but eventually I was ushered in to have a facial. There was bit of a gap between my expectations and reality her as the service was a bit perfunctory. The therapist was also into topiary and attacked my eyebrows with gusto. The result was extremely lop sided, and, being terribly well brought up, I didnt complain!
I moved the family to the playroom in the Clubhouse where the children had fun with Lego and the cartoons. My daughter had her shoes polished to gleaming, although I didnt bother. All too quickly, it was time to board our Airbus and be on our way to New York.
I had thought that the evening flight would be perfect for the children as it would be bedtime soon after take off and they would sleep across the atlantic. Miss Cloud was perfect. They brought her kids meal which she ate with enthusiasm whilst watching Chicken Little. She was offered cheese and biscuits and, upon discovering the lack of Dairylea, decided to go for crackers and butter as the film ended. She contemplated watching Narnia, but decided to have a little nap instead; changed into pyjamas and was asleep in minutes. Baby Cloud, on the other hand, was disputing the whole concept of bed time. He wasnt being loud, just fidgety on my lap. It was all too exciting for him. Of course, it didnt help that the cabin crew all stopped to smile at him every time they passed and he always responds to an audience. He eventually succumbed an hour before landing!
I didnt get a treatment from the IFBT (maybe because I had one on the ground) but did get a priority card for the return leg.
When we landed, we disembarked as quickly as a family with two semi-conscious children and a vast amount of hand luggage and medical equipment can manage. The queues werent too bad at immigration and our officer was quite pleasant. Our night in an airport hotel was anything but! As they say, thats another story
A scary moment with a beauty therapist, but all in all, a very enjoyable Upper Class experience.