I am beginning to find the rigamarole of flying frustrating. Not the actual event itself, though we all know that the advent of budget airlines sucked all the glamour and occasion out of it, but the fandango around it: the pre flight queuing and ambling from place to place, while carrying a bag stuffed with my laptop, and book, and water which that makes my shoulders ache; the passport control at the other end where you feel so exhausted you stand in line wilting like a desiccated plant.
The worst bit: getting off the plane only to have a long old transfer, a journey requiring vigour that has been sucked from you during the aforementioned.
