You might think I'm irritated about the back of the plane, but you'd be wrong. I drove up, grabbed my bags, cleared security, smiled at the Koru host and swapped my front row 5.30pm for a back row board now. It's a minor miracle of travel.
Presently I have the WHOLE BACK ROW to myself. Apart from the crappy leg room there's a weird sense of luxury about it.
It means I'll be home in time to gripe about the rush hour traffic. Yay rush hour traffic!
All alone in the back row...
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