Sitting in the park enjoying a lovely picnic, I soaked up the sun and watched people bustling to and fro.
Not my hubby, Daley. His eyes were fixed on the sky.
‘That one’s going to Tenerife,’ he said, his finger following the jet stream from a passenger plane overhead.
Looking back down at the app on his phone, he went on to tell me what time the plane had left which airport, when it would arrive in the Canary Islands.
Even how many passengers it could fit on it.
, I thought, my eyes
