"Hello Miss... Are you having your breakfast?"

I did it again.
I did my famous knock-out-before-the-plane-takes-off act.
I was worried when I had difficulty sleeping during my flight to Singapore.
That was uncharacteristic of me.
Chooey? Don't sleep on flight?
It was the probability of - Chooey? Getting married?
So yeah.
It was a rare occasion that I failed to concuss on the plane.
I decided that IF I failed to sleep again on the flight back to SA, I was going to seek help from a psychiatrist.

I've found a new hobby. Trying out 'special meals' on board flights. Let's face it. I'm bored with all these solo flying. What's the next best entertainment? Trying different food types. The last I tried was the "Gluten-Free Meal". Was okay.... not as fascinating as I thought it would be. Then BA had bangers and mash on their standard menu, I nearly kicked myself. I love bangers and mash. The food in front of me suddenly looked bland. So I decided to revert back to standard meals.

And then I got bored again so I decided to try the "Seafood Meal" this time on SQ. For those who know, I have a phobia. Fruits. So this did not leave me many options. I had to axe out any diet options that seem to depict a high chance of fruit servings. Thus, I ended up deciding on Seafood meal. Seems like the safest choice.

Just before the plane took off, the stewardess came up to verify my 'special meal'. I was tempted to tell her not to serve me my meal as I was ready to sleep. But I decided otherwise. JUST IN CASE I didn't fall asleep...

The stewardess stuck the sticker above my seat and walked off. And that was it. I knocked out cold in the next five minutes and was pretty much dead to the world for the entire duration of the flight, except by rude disturbances by the mother and daughter sitting next to me who seemed to have weak bladders. I reckon they gave up trying to wake the comatose up after two attempts. It was apparent I was going to be asleep for a long time. So they started to climb over me. I only managed to opening one of my eyes when they jolted me whilst trying to get out, then it was back to zzzzzz-land.

Come to think of it... I wonder if I snored....

About 1 1/2 hours before touchdown, breakfast was served. And how do I know? It is a routine. You will know when you've flown enough night flights. Anyway, I was obviously still heavy in snoozeland when I was woken up by the air stewardess. I heard this really rude voice asking me, "Hello miss... are you having your breakfast?"

I mustered all the energy I could find in my sleepy stupor to mildly open my eyes and mumbled back, "NO!"

Zzzzzzzzz..............

Still Zzzzzzzzz......

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, we are now preparing for descend"

Just preparing?? Great... at least 1/2 hour more of sleep.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz............

So when did I actually wake up?

When the plane came to a complete stop.

You think that was it?
No.
I came home and continued my sleep marathon for the next 10 hours... and that was when I started my previous blog.

Velkarm home Chooey!
Glad that I found back my skill in sleeping.