We left home at midday and got to the airport at 12:30 - three hours before departure! The BA 747 was cramped and the food poor, including cheap, warm, white wine. Time for a stern letter, I think. It was not BA's fault that the flight was bumpy, and neither of us slept on the 11 hour journey, but at least, as we were flying East, the night was short. Bruce had the middle seat, which meant he could not see out of the window, unless he leant over the man in the window seat. This was not desirable as his fellow-traveller's presence was making itself known olfactorily even when Bruce leant away from him (as he did during most of the flight).