Flight out

The start of an adventure into the unknown. At heathrow T4 waiting to be called to the gate, last visit to Costa coffee for a while, medium lattie and a muffin, i always like a muffin.  I will wait until the last moment to board, hate queues, so hopefully straight on and seated. Just spotted reading glasses  for a £10, bought a pair as spares as i lost my glasses on my last trip to Dubai. A bit blind for a day on the return flight, no inflight mags to read. Had to sit far back in my seat to see the tv, it was easier to see the tv on the row in front. Flight not to busy, straight on and seated, yippee a isle seat so i can stretch my legs. Empty seat next me so have plenty of elbow room. Oh no a screaming kid, now set off another one. Lets hope this stereo of bawling is only for take off. Time for dinner, chicken something and rice with a bit of salad and chease and biscuits. And yes i would like to have some ice cream, look good, well packaged from lovingtons of the west country. Oh no its bloody chocolate, hate it, ah well. Just watched "jack reacher" great film, original story. Glad i download on to my Samsung. Drama, it has just been announced that we have a very sick passenger on board and we are diverting to anchorafor medical assistance. Not sure who or what, but this will add at least a couple of hours to this seven hour flight. Hope they are ok? A bit inconvenient but shit  happens.