Deep and Crisp

Ahh, jet-lag. Been awake since 4am and I'll tell you now there is not much to watch on the TV at that time of the day. Even with Sky and it's 500 channels it still just shows pretty much ads and reality television shows. It has given me chance to catch up on the ads and realise that it is so much cheaper here than Oz at the moment. Every shop is offering at least 50% off stuff in the run up to Christmas. Just bonkers.

So I got back at 3 yesterday after a fairly uneventful flight from Singapore, apart from the fact that it was 14 hours instead of 12 because of the winter jet stream. And that is a long time in a plane, even in the front end. And especially when you get on and there is a three month old baby sitting in the seats across the aisle. I had visions of 14 hours of screaming but he was absolutely beautiful, not one grizzle the entire way. He did however affect the service on the flight as all the cabin crew were totally smitten with him and were fighting to take him off his parents hands while they ate. It seems to be a Singapore Airlines thing that they love babies. That might be something to consider for all my friends who are currently squeezing/squeezed out sprogs.

The food was pretty good and will be shown for your delectation (except the stuff I forgot to get pics of due to time zone and sleep deprivation caused confusion):

Granola

Huge suspicious sausage (I think they should have put the tomato the other way up to lessen the suspiciousness)

Wagyu beef

Créme brulée

Not bad all in all but it's still just really airline food, but with better cutlery. Even metal knives now for some reason. Obviously we no longer need to be afraid of international terrorists wielding butter knives on planes.

Got back to Heathrow and was pleasantly surprised to see that T3 has had a face lift, no longer are the lights hanging from the ceiling. You got to be careful which immigration queue you choose though. Just cause it says British citizens it doesn't mean they will be able to read the signs or speak enough English to communicate with the Immigration Officer. At least I got through quicker than all the poor "Other Nationalities" queue. That was a nightmare. If you ever travel through UK airports with a non-EU citizen make sure you got a book to read while they stand in their queue.

I managed to stay conscious till about 9pm then had to crash but I slept pretty well and woke up to this outside the window:

It's not deep, but it is crisp and even. Actually it's incredibly slippery. I'd sort of forgotten that ice is so treacherous. Looks like I'm going to have to relearn about driving in the snow pretty quick when I get the hire car today.

Better buy the extra insurance.