59 North

Yes, dear readers it's Sunday night and I'm in Stockholm. I arrived here via Prague having eaten the same airline meal twice although on one ticket it was billed as a "snack" and on the other a "meal". How strange. Being a good eastern European affair it consisted of cheese and ham although on both occasions I found quarter of a tomato hidden under the cheese so that will be my vitamins for the week. In any event Czech air do have the edge on cabin staff. If you have ever flown with SAS and faced the indignant wrath of the middle aged Helgas, one suddenly appreciates a smiley face with no wrinkles and the offer of a top-up! Not an ageist comment as I am middle aged with wrinkles too, but hopefully a tad more approachable than the Helgas :-}

Meanwhile elsewhere in the world...Big Fellow has passed. Well done Big Fellow. I may now legitimately address Big Fellow as "Sir" out of deference to an esteemed controller... despite what it says in CAP 413!

Little Fellow is walking mightily and I suspect walked his equivalent of the London Marathon whilst quacking, mooing, bhaaaing and clip-clopping.

Anyway, first day at actually changing the Vikings tomorrow. No more talking about it...now it is time for doing it. I'll be there at 0800 to see which of the 3 dozen or so turn up on time having read the brief. So. If I was them I wouldn't float in around 10.30 asking what this is all about. After all, I left home at 12.30 on Sunday and ate cheese and ham all day. Reasonable I think?