The plane: A hard-working Airbus A319.
Class: Economy Plus. These come with a little more legroom than the standard Economy seats.
Seat: I'm in 11D, an aisle seat. But I fancy stretching out so I can do some work. A little further back, 20D has an empty spot next to it (it's not actually nine rows back, it's only two rows back - the plane has no rows 13-19. Meaning the last row is always row 35, so that in a smoke-filled emergency staff know when they've reached the last seat on the plane, whatever the plane). I plonked myself in there, not realising that as the seat behind it is by an emergency exit door, row 20 doesn't recline - got to watch out for that (should have checked in with seatguru.com). No matter, I had work to be getting on with, so took the non-reclining situation as a sign the fates wanted me to knuckle down.
Flight time: An awful five hours, seven minutes. Four to eight hours is the most annoying of all flight durations. Too short to sleep, too long to muscle through.