‘This is your captain speaking, welcome aboard this flight to London Gatwick. As there is a passenger on our flight today with a severe nut allergy we will not be serving any nuts or nut products for the duration of the flight.’
That was the first announcement the pilot made, ahead of anything about flying the plane.
‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ the builder boyfriend said. He was holding a bar of hazelnut chocolate he was very much looking forward to, not least because on our outbound flight to Greece we discovered that since we last flew (which was, to be fair, almost in the last century) the complimentary meal tray has been replaced by a range of sandwiches and biscuits to buy at special 30,000 feet prices.
‘Put it away!’ I hissed, as a beautiful stewardess with her hair in a chignon made her way down the aisle checking seatbelts.
‘All right, all right,’ he snapped, pushing it into the seat pocket in front of him.
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