There are people who go to Disneyland Paris with spreadsheets.

Actual spreadsheets. Colour-coded, carefully timed, probably shared in advance so everyone knows exactly where they’re meant to be at 11.20am on Day 2.

I admire those people.

I am also, in many ways, one of those people.

I like a plan. I like organisation. I like the calm certainty of knowing what’s happening next and when.

So, naturally, we are approaching this trip to Disneyland Paris in a very sensible way.

Flights are booked. Accommodation is sorted. Rough plan is in place. What could possibly go wrong?

The journey planning (where optimism meets reality)

All four of us are flying out together from Cork - myself, my husband, and the kids - which already feels like a small organisational victory.

We did try to do it properly. The original plan was to fly into Charles de Gaulle Airport and take the direct train to Disneyland Paris. Clean, simple, efficient. The kind of plan that suggests we have our lives under control.

Flights, however, have other ideas.

Nothing is quite lining up with our dates, so it looks like Beauvais Airport........

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