Laptop at 34000 feet

Halfway across the Atlantic and that roar is beginning to get to me for some reason. It’s somehow more than just the noise of the engines, it’s a symptom of sudden change, I’m passing though a transition between states, not just from one country to another but from regular life to holiday life. Even if this is only going to be a short one.

Of course this doesn’t just happen with planes. I experience a similar phase shift if I catch a train up to London after work – the change from work being to play being. But on planes it lasts much longer and that’s why it’s more noticeable. Miles up in a metal tube.

The Man in Seat 41 AThe person in front of me is one of those – you know the type, they recline their seat back as far as it will go and then some at the first opportunity. I wonder how he’d react if I suddenly whacked him on the top of the head? Best not to I think.

Newfoundland has appeared on the left hand side of the animated flight path just as Ireland’s disappeared off the right.

ETA 3 hours 28 minutes. Ground speed 466MPH, outside temperature –50 degrees C. About to enter an area of “moderate turbulence”, we have to remain in our seats... hmm maybe I shouldn’t have finally started watching Lost a couple of years after everyone else last month.

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