What's worse: sitting on a plane with a very noisy and disruptive child over the aisle or being watched intently by a child sat on the seat in front? There I was on Saturday , minding my own business, reading The New Scientist and pretending to understand a word of it.  I feel these eyes boring into me.... what do I do?  Ignore her, yes, I ignore her.  Phew, she got bored and turned round.  I turned a page, half read an article on evolution and then felt these eyes again.  Hm.  And then the lad across the aisle started running amok, jumping on the seats and playing with the call button.  I stuck my ipod in... drowned out the din.  Time for a cup of tea.  Lovely.  They give you these little 'packets' of uht milk - I found myself so engrossed in ignoring the girl watching me that I proceeded to pour the milk in the rubbish pot and put the packet in my tea.  Oops.  I looked up.  And how do I play out this clear act of stupidity?  I merely smiled and pretended I meant to do it.  The child carries on looking, a glint of "I saw that and you're deranged, who are you kidding" in her eyes.  I think I then raised an eyebrow.  She didn't look around again.  I felt stupid for hours afterwards.  Flying can be so so stressful!

Well it's been a long time since I wrote an entry in my blog... I've been rather neglectful of late.  And not only with my blog but with other areas of my life too.  Something bad has happened.  All because of the demon drink.  I've lost my scarf.  Oh ok, so I've not been so bothered that I've actually taken the time to ask the hotel if they've come across it.  But still.  I woke up on Tuesday morning firstly thinking "ok so can I move my head without it hurting?".  Answer: "yes but is that because the hangover hasn't actually kicked in yet?".  Next question: "did I do anything silly last night?".  Answer: "I potentially annoyed some random people who work for Rolls Royce by slurring at them about planes".  Next question "did I attempt to cop off with anyone?"  Answer "No!  Phew!".  Question:  "Did I send any drunk text messages?".  Answer: "oh oops, perhaps I did, best check the phone" <frantic checking of phone> "yes but only to say "are you around?  Come for a drink!" so that doesn't really count as I didn't declare any undying lust or anything so shameful".  Question:  "did I do anything else?"  Answer: "oh god yes, I rambled on at the tasty barman at the hotel for ages about my love life".  Oh the shame!!!  And then later on, question:  "Er, where's my scarf??".  And that's where we've got to.  I think I'll have to put it down to being a casualty of drink <hangs head in shame>.