Tempus Fugit

Time Flies…

   Oct 19

Last Legs


Tired.  Grumpy (more so than usual before anyone dares comment).  Eleven-and-half hours stuck in a bloody middle seat in economy class makes for a less than joyous me.

There’s not much that inspires me to work hard and climb the ladders of promotion, but frankly, the sooner I am earning enough to afford a business class seat on long haul flights….the better.

So, having survived the suboptimal mosey from London to Singapore via Amsterdam, I am now languishing at Changi airport for 6.5 hours before the last leg of my journey home (that is to say, last aircraft leg – I’m guessing it’s going to be an epic journey in itself getting from the airport to my house in light of the ‘cracker’ of a time Main Roads engineers seem to be having in Brisvegas at the moment.

Fingers crossed that the window seat I have for the last flight will allow me ample sleepage – I’ve been awake now for over 24 hours and it seems like an eternity ago that I was in London.

Much duty-free shopping to be had (assuming I can be motivated to).  Have managed thus far some smelly stuff and a pair of sunnies.  Grog will have to wait till arrival in Oz since the new security laws on cabin baggage prevent more than one bag.

Will be bizarre to be back in Brisbane after the longish-but-oh-so-short time away.  (I got raised eyebrows and a grilling from a disbelieving UK customs official when I said I was on a 5 week holiday from work…..do they not exist in the UK?).

Off for a foot massage for a bit whilst I await my boarding call.

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