Following on with the subject of money during my misspent youth, I’ll fast forward a number of years, actually make that decades, to a rare joint trip, this time in South America, made with the aging and increasingly reluctant traveller.
The queues and bureaucratic nonsense in booking through luggage and paying airport taxes had already taken up a good two hours of the three hours we had allowed ourselves to board that plane.
She asked would we mind posing with the gentlemen for a photo shoot. I was halfway through an icecream but I didn’t mind, nor did my husband, and we happily joined the game of appearing interested in various activities around us. We all shook hands and then walked off in different directions.