Tuesday, 1 December 2009
At Mamaly's apartment in Bel Air
So, christ, what can I say. Tom went to bed rinsed, confused, lost looking and incredibly brave after nearly 24 hours awake. He sat quietly through the flight, not watching vids or looking out the window or anything. You could tell he was just way way out of his comfort zone. After endless travelling shenanigans, we arrived at my old friend Mamaly's place, and I helped Tom have a bath and washed his hair and he took himself off to bed. I hope, and I think, he'll be feeling bigger and stronger tomorrow. There were moments on the journey when his total fear and lack of comfort, were lost to his general excitement at, taking off, landing, looking out the window at clouds, or when the really lovely flight attendant, Penny, on our flight from Heathrow, came and crouched by his side, touched his knee and welcomed him on the flight. As we got off the flight she rushed through her important upper class customers to hold his arm and say have a great adventure Tom, and Tom turned round and said thank you in the sweetest and most touching way. This is an extraordinary journey. And it is only getting more extraordinary. I need to sleep now.