We got away 90 minutes late, got my dinner down me, and earlpugs in !

My sleep was broken by a kiddie in the row behind me who had hot his hand wedged into the workings of the seat and was screaming loud enough to bring the plane down. While I don't deny it was a painful or more likely frightening experience he was fine five minutes later once he had a cuddle from his mum and several bags of M&M's from the CC.