This summer, I went on a cruise called Celebrity Constellation with my mum, sister, brother, our three cousins, Aunt Uncle, Gran and Papa. So you can imagine how crazy this was with 6 kids and 5 adults.

The journey started like this:

We were supposed to get a flight from Glasgow to Rome and pick up the ship there but the flights were so close together that when the flight to Amsterdam unfortunately got delayed, we would end up missing our plane to Rome. After my grandparents (the organisers of the trip) were on the phone to the airline for the full night, it was arranged that we'd get a plane from Amsterdam to Florence - the second stop on the ship- sadly, this meant we would miss a day of our cruise.

We woke up at 1.30am to get ready for our flight and did the final packing and then, after saying goodbye to my dad who wasn't able to come, we left for Glasgow airport with high hopes, not knowing the chaos that was coming our way.

We arrived at the airport and went and got our bags checked in. Since our flights had only been rearranged hours before, it was still on the system that we were going to Rome. We had to tell the lady at the check in desk that we were going to Florence, and not Rome. Our cousins were next to us checking in, and the two ladies checking us both in realised we were together and discussed how to change the flight information so that our cases weren't sent to Rome. Next we went through security. All good. Now, we had to run and catch our flight. As we reached our gate, they started calling in all passengers on our flight. We had just made it. We boarded the plane and finally got to relax. At least that's what we thought until one of the air hostesses came to my gran and papa and told them they were supposed to be on a flight to Rome.

They had had enough. They had gotten very little sleep due to all the flight complications and now it still hadn't been sorted. After talking for many minutes, with the helpful flight attendants and the pilot now involved, they were able to go to Florence with us. Not a great start so far.

We arrived in Schippol airport in Amsterdam and went immediately to get our suitcases. We waited until there were only lost suitcases left on the conveyor, and came to the horrible realisation that Gran and Papa's cases were not in Amsterdam.

Please do not continue as this is my true story.