I am flying with a large case and hand luggage, due to the 9 days between the removals van leaving and me actually flying out to Munich. Bedding has taken up most of the weight limit but I couldn’t bring myself to spend the last few nights under a single duvet – precious, I know.
On checking in, the usual irksome issue rose it’s head: when asked for my nationality, the answers of ‘British’ or ‘English’ were not accepted. The answer is, apparently, United Kingdom. What?! United Kingdom-ish? Grrrr
Baggage check-in and I’m 5kgs over the allowance. For the first time ever, no excuses came to mind until I remembered I’m MOVING to Germany and though I’m not convinced he believed me, I was let off with no extra charge! I wonder if that’s a regular excuse. No doubt more feasible on a single rather than return ticket!
Relishing a ‘final’ full English at the airport, now, alongisde my favourite pastime: people watching. Airports are particularly good fodder for this, as the people invariably fall into two categories
1) the frequent or confident flyer
I’m sat two tables away from a couple. She falls into category 1 and he, into 2 so it’s delightfully entertaining. Bearing witness to her becoming incresingly calm in direct contrast to his stress levels rising at a great pace due to the laptop not charging the satnav quickly enough/ketchup being slow to plunge onto his plate and when it does, over his sausage (he only wanted it on the bacon). For the purposes of the tape, I am not earwigging. They extend an invite to everyone’s ears through the generosity of their searing accents and booming natural projection
I wouldn’t say I enjoy flying, but it’s only extreme weather conditions that give me any real cause for concern and once through security, I like to revel in that rare scenario whereby you have nowhere to go and nothing to do beyond picking up some water, grabbing some food and perusing the duty-free but still over-priced luxury items. That said, must keep an eye on the departures board. Being so relaxed that I miss my flight would be just the kind of thing I would do…
P.S. I’m here! Due to an error, my seat was upgraded to business class – what a way to start this next chapter. Much as I planned (in the 20 paces between boarding gate and plane) to take it all in my stride, I could not hide how thrilled I was. I am certain there will have been no doubt in the minds of my fellow passengers and crew that I was an ‘upgrade case’.