anyway I am back, all in one piece and so on. The national airline flight that was strongly recommended by husband (why does he hate me so?) was well, no surprise. I mean, on the way out they forgot to give me my alcohol. And I subjected myself to Om Shanti Om (UGH!). On the way back I was next to a guy who wore a denim shirt (I do hate denim shirts) and wore dark glasses the whole way through. The flight was smelly as hell. There were fifteen babies per square meter of aircraft. I don't mind that generally but somehow I was in no mood for so many babies and all. Thankfully I did not feel the need to be nice and help out with the babies beyond changing my seat about six times so all the parents and kids and sisters could all be in one row all together in that over-full flight. Safety considerations were all thrown out of the window (not literally!) in my opinion as there was luggage everywhere the eye could see. The lady scared my fellow denizens of seat 32 like crazy with her 'Listen carefully now. This is an exit row. You have to open the door and slide out and so on if the flight attendant sitting here is, for some reason, incapacitated.' Denim shirt 'Does this happen often?' Girl on my other side 'That sounds really scary. How do I get the TV monitor thing to pop up like that?' Me 'Calm down hope this shit does not happen. PLEASE do not open out your monitors till we take off' I was hemmed in the middle seat throughout. But at least there was alcohol, and the tendency for my feet to swell in such situations is now history.
But otherwise my trip was real great. Watch this space for my ruminations. Meanwhile, let me sign off with 'Jet Lag is for losers. Not for me for sure.' I am back and in full form (except for slight amount of nausea). Reunited with child and husband and mum. Feels like I never even left. Oh well.