I consoled my rumbling tum with a bag of cashew nuts and a Prosecco. Seemed like a good idea but I was bursting for the loo after that even more so asked the unfortunate lady on the outside to let me out.
I haven’t been in a plane toilet since I was a child! How does anyone join the mile high club in there? You barely enough room to have a wee, wash your hands and find paper towels without bonking your knees or elbows! Maybe a Flybe propeller job isn’t the ultimate flying experience but still, I wouldn’t be feeling ‘in the mood’ in that confined space!