Excessive Sleeping

I had my cousin and his girlfriend over here in the UK for a couple of days for his graduation ceremony — something, no-one mentioned in advance so I ended up having to take a couple of days out of the office and working from home. Several long days later, and my lack of sleep was catching up with me, along with the 30 deg C heat wasn’t helping. They booked out of Gatwick rather than heathrow, meaning the trip to the airport took 1.5 hours instead of 1 hour. And meant I pretty much did an entire lap of the M25 in the process (about 75 miles there and 75 miles back, though I drove 80 miles there instead because the M25 was closed one way, so I had to turn back).

They picked an early flight, which meant we had to try to get there for about 7am, meaning we had to leave at 5am, which in turn meant a 4am get up so they could shower, finish packing and get into the car.

I was back home by 8:15, even stopping off at my local supermarket to pick up some bottled water – although the supermarket wasn’t open due to it being a Sunday, so I picked it up from a local Tesco petrol station instead (15p more expensive than a Tesco supermarket)

I was pretty tired for most of the day, so did washing, ironing, and then went to bed at 6pm — yeah, never went to bed that early before, but here’s FitBit to prove it. 12 hours in bed, 9.5 hours asleep.

Also, during my cousins visit, I took him around different food places. Now I know people like food pictures (aka food porn), here’s a couple of the pics

 

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Someone penned the open letter we all dream of writing that obnoxious plane passenger

Dear passenger 15A,

You do not know me but I was seated in front of you during the flight from Singapore to Sydney on April 12th.

What I had initially thought to be a routine flight turned out to be a once in a lifetime experience — and it was all because of you.

I am writing this letter to thank you personally.

Being the thrifty Asian that I am, I did not pay extra for a seat next to the emergency exit.

Though it offered more legroom, I couldn’t be bothered to read the special safety procedures. The last thing I would want is to compromise the lives of all the innocent passengers because I do not know how to open the airplane door.

Despite my common economy seat, you offered me a full back massage by repeatedly kicking the back of chair. To date, I have yet to regain full mobility of the lower half of my body. But since I am single, I suppose I don’t have much use for it anyway.

I did not pay for the in-flight entertainment package and I was worried that I might get bored. But my concerns were unnecessary. You were talking so loudly, as if your friend was seated in the cargo hold rather than right next to you.

Perhaps she’s hard of hearing? This might strike you as odd but for the first time in my life, I wished I had a hearing impairment too.

Also, could you tell me where you bought those obnoxious snacks? I assume that they must have been delicious cause you rip one open every 30 minutes.

Thanks for the loud rustling and chewing ambient sounds!

At this point, I thought, “It can’t get any better than this.” But what I had meant as a rhetorical question, you took as a challenge.

For immediately, my nose was assaulted by a putrid smell of death and decay.

The stench was so strong that I turned to check if the old lady seated next to me was still breathing.

It was so nice of you to take off your shoes and put your feet between my seat and the plane window. It must have taken considerable effort – it was a small space but you stuck it as close to my face as you possibly could.

Your kindness moves me.

The sun is rising above the horizon; the sky is bleeding crimson and gold. But I cannot turn to gaze at this everyday miracle because every time I do, I smell the anus of Satan.

I had half the mind to pull down the oxygen mask above me. But then I remembered that I was flying on a budget airline, so I’d probably have to pay extra for that.

Did you know that you have made me a more religious person?

I have said more prayers in that eight-hour flight than I have in my entire life.

I was torn between asking God for strength to endure the rest of the journey and, “SWEET GUAN YIN MA, TAKE ME HOME!”

This experience has been so memorable that I am writing this from my therapist’s office. I have also signed up for ten more sessions to talk about it.

Thank you once again.

Insincerely yours,
Passenger 14A

Someone penned the open letter we all dream of writing that obnoxious plane passenger.

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