My current definition of keen…

My other half suggested to his Mum late one evening on the phone that she might like to pop over the Tasman again to see her only grand daughter as we weren’t planning to head home for a visit until late January.  Who wants the first flight with a baby to coincide with Christmas airport madness?

She was kind of non-committal, and we thought as least we’ve tried.  Then lo and behold the first thing next morning we got an email with confirmed flight bookings – keen!

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