1. I am a packing genius. I am carrying a cardie and G a light blazer- our only acknowledgment that perhaps some days might not be scorching. But coats etc don't count as your hand luggage so of course I wouldn't waste valuable hold luggage space on them. G "aha these can fit in this bag" "it'll take us over our weight" "it'll be fine". Lady at desk "This bag is over, you'll have to take something out". G takes out cardie and blazer. Lady "spot on". So smug.
2. I used the massage chair in the BA lounge. An enjoyable experience although not as relaxing as it could have been, as I started imagining it getting out of control like when James Bond is on that traction table at the Farm in Thunderball.
3. About an hour into the flight, I smashed my glass all over the cabin floor and I had to sheepishly request that it was cleared away. Because I like to live on the edge, I did not put my shoes back on and I continued to just wear my flight socks to walk around. I can reassure you that my tootsies did make it through the flight
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