I'm not normally a nervous flier, but heading back to London in what was being headlined as the "worst storm for 20 years" was a little disconcerting.  Not as much as the prospect of another weather induced diversion, or worst case the hysteria of P potentially missing her connecton to NZ!

Most of the flight was pretty uneventful.  A little bumpy but been on far worst.  Then suddenly *BANG!!* and *Flash* *sharp intakes of breath* Lightning strike.  Pretty impressive stuff.   A few stomach churning lurches and dipping wings approaching landing seemed far less adventurous in comparison.