I protected an arrangement I had never agreed to, for twenty-two years, because changing it would have required somebody to acknowledge that it existed.
And then at four hours into a flight I told a stranger to put his legs in the space he had paid for.
What I did with it.
I told the story at my granddaughter’s christening four days later.
To about nine people, in a function room, with a drink in my hand, in the two-minute version I had worked out over the water.
And it went extremely well. My son’s mother-in-law asked me to tell it again to her sister.
And it has been told probably forty times since, by me, and a great many more by other people, because Stuart put it on something and it did numbers, and a woman I have never met stopped me outside the chemist at Lyndale in the February and said she had heard about the aeroplane.
