4B

Time to head home from the far north. Plane was late to Kerikeri and now we're finally boarding. 

As ever the person next to me acts like I've sat in the aisle seat purely to annoy them, while the next person in the queue doesn't want to make room for me to sit back down. 

Also there's a smell. Maybe mild and distant echo of vomit. I dunno. Now some guy is digging his arse into my arm for no reason I can fathom. 

I do hope I make the 3pm as my patience for being away is wearing thin. 

Oh. And some horrific Tory with enormous bottle black hair who was local body campaigning in the terminal and is now reading all about Kate and William.