I wouldn’t bother with a blow-by-blow account in normal circumstances, but the trip into the airport was crowned by visiting the Mall of America (aka Maw of Amerika).

I have to share the disabled doll from American Girl. This was worse even than the twenty dollar matching haircut little girls can get for themselves and their doll right there in the store.

Ignore the fun park in the centre of the Mawl – this truly was the heart of tacky America.

Now it’s just numb bum until we get to San Francisco!