The flight home to the UK was good. The food was fine but not as fine as that cooked by Tamara, Mrs. ‘G’ or the ladies at Patricia’s Mum’s house. I boarded the plane and the attendant ushered me to the left. There was no ‘Cattle Class’ as my brother calls it, this time. The seats were wide, each with an extra wide padded headrest. At the bottom was a movable leg rest with an extending footrest for my feet. There was a vacuum between the two seats and the two in front. When fully reclined there was no intrusion into my space.
I cannot say the same about the journey to Accra. That was pure ‘Cattle Class’. Three abreast, and when the person in front reclined, my stomach ached from the squeeze. I quickly realised that I could only use my table if they had the courtesy not to recline. She was not courteous, and there was no table for me. The food was good, the service good, but not as good as business class. I had upgraded out of necessity. Either Business Class, or no flight home that week. But given a choice, I would have ask; is it really worth it? Business class is nice, but it is not an essential part of flying abroad. Just ask for a window seat so that there are fewer disturbances: unless of course you are the one that wants to get up (the lady sat next to me decided to make 15 trips to nowhere). That’s 30 times for me to unbuckle the belt, squeeze out of the seat and repeat the process when she returned. She chatted to friends, she made new friends, and she bothered the attendants.
The lady sat next to me in business class could have beaten that record. It would not have mattered as there was so much room around us. I enjoyed the little food that I eat, and I wallowed in the good service. It was also nice to catch a glimpse of the flight deck whenever an Attendant opened the door to check on the pilots. Thankfully, they were still sat there every time she opened the door. It would not have mattered if they had vanished as Jeff believes that a fireman can do anything; fly, sail, put out fires. I did not break that myth, but the truth is: chess, reading, writing, and model making yes. Flying and sailing no. Unless of course I am sat on the ferry or a passenger flying in Business Class.
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