Let's gooooo (bicep flex)

We might not be the most efficient, but we points-princesses are certainly the most grateful to be here when it comes to business class. What a treat! They had to be patient with me coming to terms with how much power I wielded in the experience, I felt like a dog that could not believe it was allowed to sleep on the bed and kept expecting to be shooed. When did I want to eat? I was not aware that was up to me ma'am, oh lord.

I'm flying with Qatar, who hold arguably the best business class product in their Q-Suites, which are only on some of their fleet. I was expecting to have it Doha to Melbourne but not Madrid to Doha, so imagine my cartoonish grin when I saw that pod on both flights. I'm sorry, a ROOM? PYJAMAS? LOBSTER? It's ruined me for all future economy flights I'm afraid.

In the middle of the long one I pressed the call button (FRIGHTFULLY BOURGEOIS OF ME) to request a cardamom chai and the gentleman asked if I would like some cookies too? He started listing the types and must have seen me glaze over because then he said "or would you like me to make a selection for you" and quietly, that's the most attractive thing anyone has literally ever done in my presence. Yes king.

Print, Baggins and I all arrived safe and, in Baggins' case slightly damp (?) in Melbourne at midnight, and plummeted back to earth by crawling into a nook to wait until our Jetstar flight in the morning. I switched to this after they delayed my internationals because at 6.10am it was a few hours before the first Virgin flight out, but the cheeky buggers have already delayed me 45 minutes so we'll see.

I'm very excited to wear a jumper rather than my swishy puffer jacket, this has been a sensory goal for approximately five weeks.Read more