We decided not to leave it to chance to find out whether BMI was going to fuck up the seat reservations again. Night-before check-in began at 7pm and we were there at 6:45.
Even so, we were only the second group in line – with quite a few queueing up behind us before they started letting us through – and I thought for a minute I was going to have to produce a doctor’s note to get an exit row.
"Do you have neck or back problems?" he asked when I made the request. "No, I’m just quite tall", I replied. I don’t know if this would have been enough on its own, but Claire lovingly added "and quite fat" and without any further ado we given window and aisle seats in row 28.
I’ve actually lost nearly 20 pounds in weight and two belt holes since the start of the year. I think I’m ready for a Vegas-style burger…