It started off fine. Our allotted seats may have been lousy
but then the only spare seat on the aircraft just happened to be right next to
Sally so she could stretch out a little.
Then we changed aircraft in Dubai and they locked me in my
prison cell, next to the window, with Sally and A.N.other between me and the facilities.
You learn to cope, moving to lockdown mode for the next 24 hours. I even started
to coordinate my bladder control with Sally’s so as not to disturb our new
companion too often, but you really don’t want to know about that.
And then as an extra punishment, just when you are ready to make
a dash for the loo, they block the aisles with the drinks trolley or turn on
the seat belt sign due to some unforeseen turbulence. It was no good. I finally gave up, sat tight
and resorted to watching the Shawshank Redemption. It seemed most appropriate.
Then, two days later they let us out in Christchurch. It is
just as well. I had lost all ability to open another plastic-sealed cheese
snack. Things had got that bad.
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