So our fight for decent seats on our flight to Israel has shifted up a gear, as they've refused to do better than sitting us in the fifteenth row back, with about twenty further rows to get to the toilet*. It's truly inspiring stuff. We're on the phone to the Equality and Human Rights Commission (official body that gives advice and takes cases re actual or potential discrimination), and yes, the airline is breach of the law. We've already been telling them this, in the six phone calls we've had with them, but they've been telling us there's nothing they can do about it. They might consider changing the seat 24 hrs before. They might not. You can just imagine the problems with that 'solution'.
*Even more amusingly than usual, we not only can't have suitable seats, but we can't even use the nearest and most suitable toilet, because that's for 'priority' passengers who've paid $40 extra to be put on a special 'waiting list'. Oh, also, also, they won't let us talk direct to Israel about this, as they began handling the case from the UK. Un-fucking-believable (yet not particularly unexpected).
Anyway, if they continue to refuse to give us seats I can actually get to, we're a) going to request the aisle wheelchair to get to the toilet every fifteen minutes during the flight, and b) sue the pants off them when we get home.
Aims, sorry to hear about the grinches at your work Christmas 'do'. I always loved those, when I was working in schools. At my favourite job, we used to go to a restaurant twice a year, once at Christmas and once at the beginning of the summer, and get very sloshed on wine and talk about how much we loved each other. But I had a ridiculously positive group of colleagues at that school. Not so much at the other places I taught.