Before I disappear, I have to share the experience of my trip home. The flight was very full. I had an aisle seat in the middle block of four. As I arrived at my seat, my neighbour was already there: a traditionally built African lady (description of Mma Ramotswe in the Ladies’ No 1 Detective Agency), who greeted me with a burp and body odour. I should have known it was going to be a rough ride. A simple mathematical calculation could have predicted the evening’s outcome:
Traditionally built African lady shoulder width > (Seat width = 18″)
Consequence: Traditionally built African lady encroaches upon neighbours! I lost count, but I suspect that during the night and 10 hour flight, she must have poked me in the ribs with her elbows at least 20-30 times. I hardly got any sleep. Bear in mind of course, that I was feeling sick too. Not a fun place to be!
All left to be said with a wink and a grin at this point is: I hope I passed on my germs…..