‘What on earth have you got in this bag, Jackie?’ Don grumbled as he gave the bag another poke in an effort to squeeze it into the overhead locker.
‘Mainly your books,’ she replied with an apologetic smile at the man who was waiting patiently for them to take their seats.
‘You’ll have to go in the middle,’ Don was saying as he squeezed himself past her. ‘I’m going to be crippled as it is with the amount of legroom there is, or should I say, lack of. Every year it gets worse. I’m warning you now, Jackie, I’m not going charter again.’
Jackie hurriedly took her place beside him and then smiled at the tall, good-natured man who was gracefully lowering himself into the aisle seat. ‘Sorry about that.’
‘No problem,’ he said amiably.