More friends, home and another minor drama
After breakfast, Christine elected to drive me across to Brunswick where I was going to spend a couple of hours with Nina before heading to the airport. Nina had said her son Taji would drive me and her to the airport, which was very kind. Nina and I spent a couple of hours chatting, looking at the house she has newly moved into, and generally catching up. We allowed plenty of time to get to the airport, so of course there were no delays. I had already checked in. I had no luggage to check in so went straight to the departure lounge and waited for my flight. I was delighted to find that the middle seat, next to my window seat on the right side of the plane, chosen to make sure my shoulder was protected, was vacant. So plenty of space. I was less than delighted to have a small child behind me who kept pushing at my seat and, along with her sister, squealing and yelling. A request to the female parent seemed to get a slightly calmer period for a short time but then...