Exhumed Again!

Feels like the plane from Singapore to London landed, door opened, and I fell out in a faceplant. Sitting between 2 large people in the economy section is no joke, especially when one of them appears to have taken a very effective sleeping pill before the flight.

Back by popular demand for another round of the seminar thing! Would be happy(ier) if I was not travelling on a day which happens to be my son's birthday AND Mother's Day as well. Spent most of the day lurching from point A to point B trying to get my brain to engage so that I could complete seminar prep. No luck so far.

Stared at what seems like a hundred pieces of identical luggage coming off the conveyor belt whilst telling myself for the millionth time, Jesus Christ why can't you buy luggage that looks a teeny bit different from everyone else's? From now on, you are only allowed to buy bright green luggage. Because trying to identify your black canvass drag-on from all the others coming off the same flight after 12 hours on the plane is just plain stupid. Then right at that moment, I saw a black canvass drag-on lying on the conveyor belt covered with dog hair. Right! That's mine!

Lunch was 3 bites of a very delicious salt roast beef sandwich (with mustard and rocket leaves) and 2 gulps of very nice apple juice. S$18. The trick is to be very careful when opening the apple juice. One clumsy twist of the cap and that's S$3 all over your coat and hands, with only 1 gulp left in the bottle to mingle with your tears of impotent rage and frustration.

Erghhh. Tired, sleepy. Must work another 5 hours. Really there is no rest for the wicked.