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Flying was fine as always, also as boring as always. Nicole was being
her usual self (asleep) and the movies were good as always (Harry Potter and
the something something).
I had an 84 clumsy woman next to me who seemed to be in desperate need for a chat…8 hours straight. So lucky me, I was her victim. She was obviously a bit senile since she kept forgetting what language I spoke, and every time a stewardess came by she took the opportunity to tell her life story to her (in the annoyance of the people who were waiting for the food wagon). At some point she needed my view and opinion on something. She was telling about her daughter who lived in the centre of