Our plane...not

Here's a picture of a plane, except it's not ours. But I thought it was. We were standing facing it long enough before they walked us to our own, two planes down. We were in row 29. The very last row. I was relieved the rear doors were open. It was fortunate last time Katarina had an isle seat as she might have needed the toilet with her feeling so unwell. She's improved enough now to sleep the flight in the window seat.