It was all orange

A big & brave blossoming

Dear Big & Brave Family

I arrived back in the UK from the Dominican Republic this morning. Note to self: I’m getting too old for night flights. In fact, I find so many aspects of air travel such a palaver these days. Bring back ‘one-price-no-added-extras’; ‘cheeky-free-gin-&- tonics’; ‘all-suitcases-in-the-hold’; and ‘it’s-perfectly-fine-to-check-in-at-the-airport’ - I say. I wasn’t able to move my aisle seat once I’d checked in online (despite BA promising that I could). I much prefer a window seat - especially on a night flight as it’s my only chance of getting any sleep. But instead I had to spend the night in Seat D28 with surly stewards brushing past me on one side, and a little girl on the other who was sleeping soundly - her head in her mother’s lap and her legs increasingly encroaching over me. It was quite a shock when she woke me up with a kick to the head. Then she did it again, and after that I had no chance of getting any sleep.