The London to Bangkok flight was rather tough, since I’d spent 3 hours trying to convince a toddler hyped up on new stimuli to go to sleep, and then the rest of the trip trying to make sure I didn’t wake her and she didn’t roll off the seats she was sprawled out on.

I was aware of stepping out into the heavy Bangkok air, loading up the cab with our mountain of luggage, and listening to the grumpy taxi driver moan incessantly about the fact that Gareth had insisted on running the meter rather than agreeing to pay an inflated fixed fare, but I was still too tired to take any significant cognisance of where we were in our lives and the possibility that lay ahead of us.