Prepare for the worst, pray for the best.

These are words to live by when it comes to travelling by flight.

It’s a good thing, too. Because preparation paid off. I went to Heathrow a day before my flight, just in case there were issues with the train lines. And there were. BIG ONES.

The entire Elizabeth line was knocked out, which would have meant severe delays for anyone travelling to the airport.

Not for me (cue evil laughter).

It is important to avoid stress as much as possible when it comes to these sorts of things. Especially if a 47 hour travelling period is involved.

That means comfortable clothes, investing in a foot rest for the plane, and ensuring you download your Spotify playlists.

Australia is ridiculously far away. You don’t realise just how big the planet is until 24 hours of sleepless travel has left you with left for right, right for left, legs that are jetlagged and a brain that is cramping.

Some mild confusion is a certain side effect of long haul flights. I react to extreme tiredness like someone who is essentially tipsy.

In all honesty, I did sign up for this.

Plus, it wasn’t all bad. There were some great moments.

I met some amazing people, including an Uber driver who was proud of his kids, essentially acting like the dad from Bluey. There was also a Heathrow staff member who upgraded me to economy plus for free.

Of course, the nice moments, like sugar, is only sweet when compared to sour things like these:

I will only be persuaded to go back into LA if a film set is involved.