DESPITE being firmly in the target audience, I'm really not a fan of the rom com.

I find them sickly sweet, completely ridiculous and well, just a little bit annoying.

However, there is one scene in a rom com – Love, Actually – that I think is absolutely spot on.

Right at the end, after everyone has started on their “happy ever afters” (almost), we're shown an airport – the place where all human life exists.

Admittedly, in this fantasy film airport everyone looks super-glamorous, not at all grumpy and not struggling with ludicrously heavy suitcases, passport panics or unruly children.

I admit, I'm one of those irritating people who rocks up at the airport hours before I need to.

I like to give myself plenty of time to get checked in, get through the endless security checks and have my passport glared at by the ever cheery customs folk – yes, I am being sarcastic.

That's not to mention the couple of cheeky glasses of vino I like to chuck down my throat – if you haven't guessed by now, I'm a bit of a nervous flier.

But one of the great things about my flying panic is that it gives me loads of time to watch the world go by as I'm waiting to board the plane.

From playing the always fun “guess the nationality”, to watching the other nervous fliers, from the sad goodbyes to the happy hellos, all human life really does exist at airports.

There are the folk who view an hour's wait to board a flight as the perfect excuse to drink as many pints as possible – even at 6am in the morning.

There are those who seem to view flight departure times as a challenge and leave it as close as possible to take-off to arrive – I have a friend like this and every time we go anywhere it almost causing me to explode with anxiety.

The very best thing about airports is the fact they're full of excited people, desperate to go on holiday, or even return home to a nice cuppa.

I, for one, certainly wish I could spend more time in them.