I don't think the plane from heathrow to paris gets up to a mile high, but I was rather bemused on the plane to Paris on Wednesday evening. One thing I like about the self check-in for BMI at eathrow is that you get to pick your own seat from those stlil available. Since I fly hand luggage only for these short trips I try andget a seat pretty far forward and on the aisle (for leg room and to get out quick. So I got seat 7C. 7A and 7B we, respecively a young woman and her (I assume) partner. Most of the way to Paris, a quick glance out the window to see if we were over land again yet I was somewhat surprised to realise the woman had her sweater laid out over her lower stomach and hips with her partners lower arm thus covered. The movements of his upper arms and her breathing indicated what was going on. I'd got the feeling they had't flown much before, so maybe the excitement was too much for her. Bit weird. I carefully left them to it and went back to my book (Time to Depart by Lindsey Davis).
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