Rucky rucky me.

One of the downsides of British Scareways is unless you have paid through the nose for tickets, you are caste (spelling intentional) into the seventh level of hell.

Or the middle seat. In this case, I thought I'd be smart with the choice of middle seats, and take the one nearest the front.

Beside every tired businessmans nightmare. The new mother and two-month old child.

After doing a 36-hour stint coding over the weekend (with major marriage ructions), I thought.. "ooohnnoooo".

But no. Sweet wee thing sleep even more than I did.

Lucky break or what ?