And so it begins...

10:15am London City Airport

It's our mutual last coffees and last “bad” (carb, meaty - for fuck’s sake, I had a bacon egg roll!) food before flight to Zurich. 

The mood is quiet, even subdued. Cautiously excited about the prospect of a life-changing experience - with our chosen partner too - whilst also not wanting to believe too hard in any magic bullet. Which, by the way, this isn’t - especially as Vicky noted she cleaned her Nespresso machine in anticipation of its not use on our return.