Of Mice and Men...and Emergency Doors

So then, where to restart my tale of Oriental adventure...still in England is probably best:

My last meal in the UK was a stodgy affair, consisting of incredibly spicy chicken wings and eye-wateringly strong blue cheese sauce, enjoyed with my mum, dad and sister in a holiday in just next to Heathrow airport. An early night and a 5am wake up followed shortly after (all part of my ingenious plan to make sure I would get to sleep on the plane) and I drifted down to the lobby to read over the contract for me new job, because what else would you do at 5am? I blended in quite well with the busninessmen having their breakfast before flying to unknown destinations, apart from the bright green pyjama bottoms - I was in the minority there.

The rest of the day trundled by in a blurry daze of fried breakfasts (I had 2) and family time until it was time for me to depart. I strolled over to the security area, having had a Hollywood montage's worth of photos taken with the assembles rellos, and brandished my two plastic bags full of toiletries at the security guard with an air of well-prepared satisfaction only to be told it was a maximum of one bag per passenger...balls! Cue hurried stuffing of items into one plastic bag.

Time passed...airport type things happened...


On the plane I settled in to my seat, which happened to be the one by the emergency door. "Hello legroom." I thought to myself. But alas, it turned out that the seat had been double booked and the bulk of the inflatable slide inside the door had been given a spot half way up my shins...'goodbye legroom'. Like the stoic passenger that I am, I brushed this off and set my plan into motion:

Plane food:             Devoured.
Headphones:          Playing soothing music.
Blanket:                 Covering everything below the nostrils.
Feet:                      Stuffed inside my pillow to avoid the draft from the emergency door.
Brain:                     Trying to ignore the fact that there is a draft from the emergency door!

Everything was in place for me to...get no more than 10 minutes sleep at a time for the next 15 hours!

Best laid plans of mice and men, eh? Oh well, at least I didn't Lenny-hug-crush any bunnies...