I'm in the departure lounge as I type this. once more I was subjected to higher than normal security searches, I guess they don't like men who are travelling on their own. I suppose that it doesn't help that, under a certain light, I look a little 'swarthy'.
I have small children trunning around my ankles, and to be honest, they are driving me mad – I just hope that none of them are sitting too close to me on the plane.
10 hours on a plane, here is hoping that…
(a) I have an aisle seat.
(b) There are no children near me.
(c) That I'll be able to slepp (being awake for 26 hours so far would make this one likely).
(d) That my connection in Houston goes smoothly.
(e) That the plane doesn't crash flaming into the sea.
I say that (e) is the one I'm hoping for the most…