And the general sense of oddness continues. The gate was announced early and so by the time I arrived boarding was in full swing. There was only one agent handling both queues so it was a filtering in of 1-3 and 4-9, odd.



Boarding pass scanned and the red light and beep of doom/happiness. No, not and upgrade, a passport check! I asked why they were doing my passport check on the regional leg and it was simply a case of computer says so.

And so to the plane, and this was the data plate, Odd!



And finally in my perch for the next hour and a bit, Seat 11A. Obviously being all back of the bus is oddness in itself



And more proof, as if it was needed, that I’m rubbish at ironing trousers. That’s what happens when you do laundry at 10pm and Bourbon at 8pm

I am trying vary hard to be a good citizen and keep my elbow off the seat rest, it’s not easy

Next Stop, London Heathrow in about 80 minutes time, unless, of course, we get the almost obligatory ATC slot delay.