The squalor of flying.

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All flying is horrible flying. Today’s annoyances were several. The airport was crowded. The “coffee” tasted like bilge, though bilge I have never tasted except in the form of wretched beverages. When our flight was called we were processed then herded into a holding pen with insufficient seats for the number of passengers, and this after having to queue in a stuffy stair well. Boarding took ages because even seasoned travellers seem prone to faffing about in the aisle, trying to stuff bags of inordinate size into small overhead bins, and sitting in the wrong seat and having to be moved. I groaned out loud when a woman with a baby sat right in front of me, and I dreaded the wailing I assumed would last for the duration of the flight. But no!!! Baby slept - obviously heavily sedated. And it was a very noisy flight with much guffawing and loud, uninteresting conversations going on all around me. But it’s over and I’m in Manchester, my daughter has just thrown up but we’re in the best apartment imaginable. How was your day?