I sat next to a young woman with her 3 or 4 year-old son on the flight to Antigua about 15 years ago. I was in the window seat, thank goodness. She was a nurse working in the UK, heading home to Antigua to see her family. We had barely taken off when a glass of champagne was delivered to the woman from “the gentleman in row xx”. After a short while she asked if she could leave the child with me for 5 minutes (it was more like 15) - obviously heading back to thank and chat to said gentleman, whom she had met in the airport lounge. On her return with replenished glass of fizz, she tried to get the kid to sleep but he was having none of it. He had already discovered that I was “delighted” to be interrupted from watching the film I’d started and was showing me how his toys went round and round the fold-down tray and how he could touch the overhead lockers when he jumped on the seat. Realising he was entertaining himself with me, she then disappeared for absolutely ages and didn’t even ask me if it was ok this time. I assume she was “thanking” the gentleman again. When the kid went quiet and looked at his book, I pretended to be asleep so he’d leave me alone, but he started pinching me. A lovely flight. One good thing, however: going through the drawn-out process at Arrivals, I joined the back of a very long queue at Immigration and was looking at a good 40 minute wait by all accounts. All of a sudden, the woman appeared and led me to another queue but with about 3 people in it, where she took me through with her, a National, as her friend. She obviously knew the people manning it and they pretty much waved me through! It was almost worth the child-minding!