Hello good people.
In healthier times, I took a flight to Sydney. Due to the direction and the time zones, I received a lot of scrambled eggs. I never thought I’d experience the delights of such a lofty breakfast again. Yet I did just that last Friday. I took my wheelchair to Gatwick and boarded a 737. I transferred and ended up in Cyprus. My first go; here it is:
I’m hoping those who may be in two minds may gain some insight and knowledge from a not too bad experience.