Well, I am back from Barcelona, having had a lovely time staying with E, her husband and her two sons.  I’ll write more about this in the next few posts.

I like flying a lot.  Despite lots of things having the potential to go wrong, they hardly ever do.  Plus it’s so fast – I can be in Barcelona in two hours.  That’s faster than the train to Newcastle.

There is one thing though – does anyone know what the point of first class on those little planes is?  I can see the point on Virgin Atlantic – it’s an area with a bar and seats that turn into proper beds.  However, on this flight, the first class seats are the same size, just with a white thing on the headrest and separated from the ordinary seats with a little curtain.