The flights

Some outstanding meals with the ginger chicken breakfast on the last flight being the best choice. 

This was, however, my favourite - pepper chicken bar buns.

There was a lot of turbulence, but as I say, in the air nobody can hear you fart.

I slept when I was supposed to but Garmin, always criticising me, told me my 3h40m sleep was poor.

I tried some movies but couldn't get into anything, so listened to podcasts on my new Bluetooth eye mask. (Note to self - do not accidentally put this mask in the washing machine).

The Korean girls, all in platform shoes, at Changi airport amused me, and I got rid of some Singapore dollars from the past on the most sugary sweet red Fanta in the history of soft drinks.

Kudos to the pilot on the wet Paris runway as we skidded to a halt before disembarking from the plane onto a bus in the cold rain.