A new Low

Im back in not so sunny Singapore after a few enjoyable days away in Perth, it’s been really good to catch up with some old friends and eat till I was stuffed.

Not much to report from my trip- just good food, good times with old friends and long beach walks, strolls in the park and wandering round the shops.

I have spent a months rent on 2 designer dresses and some new underwear, and a wad of cash on eating out, but I’m feeling ok, relaxed and back at work.

I will never travel jet star again though. Both trips to and from Perth were disasters:

The return flight saw me sink to an all time new low- I settled onto the plane around 12:30pm and straight after takeoff I dropped into a sleep of discomfort and neck ache… around 2am I woke suddenly to cramping stomach and sweat all over me... oh dear, this only means one thing: get to the bathroom ASAP.

I hurriedly woke the man sat next to me, and dizzy walked up the isle to the bathroom where I proceeded to throw up in the mini sink, of the mini bathroom: bad move. It was the most horrific thing ever. I think I must have eaten something dodgy as my stomach was really giving me shit. Both ends. I spent an unhappy hour in the bathroom and then sat in the cold of the back of the plane sipping water while the colour drained from my face and arms.

I made it back to my seat, briefly- then back to the bathroom for round 2, then round 3.

Finally after passing out on the bathroom floor which could have been for an eternity I came round, I was hugging a Public Loo on a plane with my head resting on the seat. GRIM GRIM GRIM-

Im in work now- I could hardly ring in sick after having a holiday. But I feel horrific.

And I have alcohol wiped my face probably about a million times.


         This image strikes the fear of god into me now....