6th March 2019
I was enjoying the second film at about thirty seven thousand feet when the man next to me suddenly goes into a spasm. His arm shot into the air, brushing my cheek. His wife started shrieking desperately trying to bring him round. Not wishing to spend the rest of the flight next to a corpse, I got out of my seat and tried to check for life signs, you know, wallet, watch, any jewellery (just joking, you know that his wife was already doing that). After a while he started to groan and moving, so that was the end of that, or so I thought.
About half an hour later he started choking and gasping. This time I hit the call button to alert the cabin crew. After the last outburst, I made sure I knew where it was. A lady rushed to my row with a large plastic bag, and handed that to his hysterical wife who placed it in front of the struggling man, and just in time as he vomited several times. I can’t do vomit, the sound and the smell can set me off, so I walked to the back of the plane and inquired if the man could be moved to another seat preferably near the toilet. It was suggested that I could move, which I immediately accepted. Then I had to find the place in the film that I was at when this whole drama erupted. I settled down, and resumed the rest of the flight.
As the aircraft flew in low to land there was a lot of cross wind, so there was a lot of twitching, although the touchdown was better than I expected.
Damian and lisa were there to meet me, then we drove down to Blissford to collect my car.
The drive back was a little odd. I hadn’t driven much when I was in the US and I was tired from the journey, but I made it back, and the place was just as I left it. My sister Nicola had been checking my mail, and had put some essential in the fridge, she is a wonderful person.
Another Lifetime to go 