Getting there

The Virgin Atlantic flight was excellent. It travelled safely and smoothly and the staff were charming. But 8 hours 40 minutes is a long time in Diva boredom terms. She decided to try out the entertainment system – something she hasn’t done for many years because of long forgotten issues. So … the headphones were Ok- nothing to go into the ear, which she hates. The first movie Diva and TSH tried was ‘Jersey Boys’, supposed to be excellent. But neither could understand the thick accents, so that didn’t last long. An old re-released Beatles tape was better, followed by a bit of Dolly Parton. But puzzles had been done and books briefly read and Diva needed to party. I know, this is like a bored toddler.

And then she found the games. But the touch screen was not great and needed a lot of prodding to spring into action. And then the Grumpy Old Man in front turned round and issued an instruction to stop banging his seat. No ‘please’ or ‘would  you mind?’ So Diva glared back, stopped playing games and festered. Now she couldn’t check the time or how long to landing. This GOM and partner had their seats pushed right back into TSH and Diva’s laps. Its like always getting to sit next to the crazy person on the bus.

But there was a control unit which Diva worked out could be removed from the seat back. But it didn’t work for all the functions. And she couldn’t get it docked again for fear of the GOM. And the top came off her pen, the spring sprang out and the bits rolled in all directions. Diva’s work station was littered with the debris of abandoned technology.

The beef stew came with mashed potato, which Diva does not like. The ‘butter’ was not real. The mid-flight snack was ice-cream, which Diva does not like.

Good bits of the day: A sole snowdrop in flower in the garden before departure. Excellent news in text from Techie Nerd.