Woman opposite has been on the phone ever since we sat down. She is not holding the actual phone but is chatting through her earbuds. This looks v strange, borderline disconcerting. She is listening intently, occasionally altering her pose and stares and emitting the odd mhmm and sometimes even making a remark. Now the person at the other end has had an interruption so is going to call her back. They called back. Now she is leaning forwards, hands clasped together. Then she leaned back, left leg slung over right knee, right elbow on next chair and hand behind her head. Her buds died so she has packed them in their charger and picked up the phone.
Pleasant enough flight. Our concerns over having a bulkhead seat with emergency exit were allayed as it wasn’t an emergency exit row and there must have been four or five feet gap between seat and wall. Upon arrival my passport didn’t work at the egates which made me divert to the manual one. This proved to be a bonus as I realised I could take THG with me. Saved her (and me) at least an hour queuing. Taxi to the Hilton was a smooth enough journey as was the checkin. However when we got to the room we found it was already in use – a Calvin Klein robe was displayed on the bed and there were a few small bags there.
Back at the front desk we had to wait whilst they assorted things out and they gave us some drinks vouchers to use while we waited. Took a while to sort but all’s well that ends well. Out with our John for a perfectly nice wiener schnitzel and then early to bed.