Red Red Wine

Danielle and I are happily sat on the plane. Amazingly the people in front are not tippers so my legs are not squashed. The Hindu vegetarian meals I ordered have turned up and all is good.
Suddenly I am soaked with red wine as a steward manages to somehow empty a bottle of wine all over me with some collateral damage to Danielle and the bloke in front. Not a good feeling. The endless "I am so sorry!" although undoubtedly true, does not help. Even the complementary bottle of red wine we are given feels a little like adding insult to injury. Anyway it was a bit of a first world problem I know, but not one I enjoyed dealing with.

A lovely bit of Victorian canal side architecture used as a canvas for this graffiti. Interesting.