It turned out that the nervous woman was indeed petrified of flying and this was her first time on a plane. The screams subsided when we were airborne but was replaced by very heaving and deep breathing. Her friend tried to calm her and told her the refreshments would be round soon.

Along came the trolley and I ordered a coffee and my travel companions ordered four small bottles of wine…each!

It would seem one way of calming the nerves when flying is to get wasted! Half way into the flight, and now after seven bottles each, they decided to join in the Stags party and the singing began.

I pulled my hoodie over my head, leant against the window and looked into the darkness outside….this was going to be a long flight!