On board 16 April 2014

I type this now in premium economy. Yes we got to the gate, handed over our boarding passes and were told that we had a seat change. So here we sit with room to spare, legs stretched out and a pretty pack with all of the essentials stowed in our pocket. 

It's dark and people are just starting to wriggle out of slumber. Except for a person (has to be a male surely) somewhere to my left. And no it's not Lance. The sound reminds me of the old stovetop coffee percolator that my mother had in the 60's. At least someone is sleeping soundly. 

I ponder as I sit/lie here. We had a very nice supper figs, prosciutto and mozzarella to start, an ordinary chicken dish and lemon tart.  But that is not where my musings lie.  It is whether or not the airlines think that terrorists only fly in economy. Because we ate with stainless steel cutlery and drank from real glass. A thing of the past on airplanes I thought.  In fact when I caught the flight attendant to pass over a knife that had been left behind he took it from me and made a stabbing charade to his chest. 

Four hours until we get to Hong Kong. Must check out the menu for breaky.