Didn't really sleep at all as had that weird jerky leg thing, that makes you kenny everett your legs the second they've been stilll for 2 minutes, as well as achy sholders from all the swimming yesterday which refused to be put in a comfortable position.
They made us sit up when we still had an hour an a half of flight to go (why? why?) and opened all the blinds.... for a horrible breakfast and I caught my reflection in the screen on the back of the seat. I was distressed to find that I currently bear a striking resmblance to Patrick Moore. (I've aged about 75 years, and am at least as crumpled and dishevelled, the bags under my eyes make look as if i'm wearing monocles in both eyes)
and why such a horrible breakfast? if they are going to wake you up so rudely at least give you a fry up... just a sausage then? why no toast? most imporantly, why dry cubes of non specific fruit?
mmmmmm sausage.
i only have a couple of hours to kill here now. i'm off to find a sausage.
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