Body butter and hand cream
I'm wearing sweats and a cardi, nursing a hot tea as I type this. The frizz is gone from my hair and my fingers and toes are chilled. I'm in London where the sky is grey and a drizzle is expected.
The flight was alright except for a couple of spoilt children who are used to getting their way by screaming. These kids obviously didn't like being on the plane. There wasn't even one minute when a kid wasn't screaming. Not crying, not whimpering. Tantrum-screaming. What strong lungs. I don't get these parents. If you don't teach your kids to sit still and mind you, don't put on them on a long flight. If you must take your hyperactive and petulant children on a plane, then you need to keep them occupied. I understand if the child is really young. I understand if the child is ill. I understand if the changes in air pressure affect the child. But these children were obviously just spoilt (and not cute), and the parents just ignored them. Alas it was hard for the other passengers to.
When we landed, the plane was stuck on the tarmac for 45 minutes. The poor air crew had to keep asking befuddled middle-aged passengers to 'please go back to your seat!'. Immigration was alright but my iPhone hung and my bank card didn't work. Luckily Eugene's phone was ok so he contacted Xian for us and I had enough cash to top up the Oyster Cards. We tubed to Russell Square, had supper with Xian at Carluccios, and then went back to his for a much-needed shower. Slept like a baby and didn't even go to the loo till morning! A miracle.
My iPhone is ok now, both Eug and I have London numbers and I've made plans to meet Char and Alex for dinner tonight. Yay. I have to get my London bank card sorted asap though. If not, I'll just transfer all my money to Xian and he can dole it out to me. Heh.
I feel like I should be taking in the sights right now, but it's so cosy indoors. I've just showered and basted myself in body butter and hand cream. The futon beckons...
The flight was alright except for a couple of spoilt children who are used to getting their way by screaming. These kids obviously didn't like being on the plane. There wasn't even one minute when a kid wasn't screaming. Not crying, not whimpering. Tantrum-screaming. What strong lungs. I don't get these parents. If you don't teach your kids to sit still and mind you, don't put on them on a long flight. If you must take your hyperactive and petulant children on a plane, then you need to keep them occupied. I understand if the child is really young. I understand if the child is ill. I understand if the changes in air pressure affect the child. But these children were obviously just spoilt (and not cute), and the parents just ignored them. Alas it was hard for the other passengers to.
When we landed, the plane was stuck on the tarmac for 45 minutes. The poor air crew had to keep asking befuddled middle-aged passengers to 'please go back to your seat!'. Immigration was alright but my iPhone hung and my bank card didn't work. Luckily Eugene's phone was ok so he contacted Xian for us and I had enough cash to top up the Oyster Cards. We tubed to Russell Square, had supper with Xian at Carluccios, and then went back to his for a much-needed shower. Slept like a baby and didn't even go to the loo till morning! A miracle.
My iPhone is ok now, both Eug and I have London numbers and I've made plans to meet Char and Alex for dinner tonight. Yay. I have to get my London bank card sorted asap though. If not, I'll just transfer all my money to Xian and he can dole it out to me. Heh.
I feel like I should be taking in the sights right now, but it's so cosy indoors. I've just showered and basted myself in body butter and hand cream. The futon beckons...