The first time I leave my seat in hours, and someone nicks it. And it’s a soggy bint to boot. I wandered away from my makeshift crash zone to check the screens so I knew roughly where I was checking in (row 8, as it happens), and when I got back — and I only mean about sixty to ninety seconds later — some bint was in my seat. I asked her if I could have my seat back, and she just apologised and laughed politely. Fab, another foreigner :) It was way too early to argue, so I just sat next to her and waited for her to leave, which took about 20 minutes. Sleepy time (again)!