We bottled it. We booked stopovers.
Visions of 'Zombies R us' arriving in Sydney unmanned (unwomaned?) us despite our brave talk of economies. Full retreat from straight through flight idea guaranteed by daughter's tactful 'it's a bit full on' (weasel words for 'My parents are completely barking')
We were all out for comfort now, and abandoned the internet before our eyes dropped out, visiting Thomas Cook, a random choice based on its proximity to Sainsburys.