We managed to pick CJ up at Heathrow. I'm not sure MrPixie is fully convinced by my saying that I'd hired an au pair to look after DS on holiday, but once he gets birdwatching he'll be too distracted to notice a thing.
Things were going well until we checked in. CJ point blank refused to climb into his suitcase. He was quite distressed and kept on gibbering something about "she'll tie me to the gas meter again!" and "not the iced buns!"
He was making quite a scene at this point I was worried about airport security taking an interest. I had to put MrPixie in the suitcase in the end. Once I said he was likely to get 8 hours uninterrupted sleep that way he was quite keen.
We're currently reliving his soft play experiences from his stay with jen as DS is in the play area. He looks a bit nervous at the sight of the padded wipe clean surfaces and netting. I think he might be developing PTST (post traumatic sexy times)