Sleepy, sleepy…

For the first time ever, last night I slept for an entire flight from the US to London. In fact, I was barely able to keep my eyes open while waiting in the lounge before take-off. I have mixed feelings, to be honest – while sleeping, I was obviously unable to fully take advantage of British Airways’ hospitality in business class.

AKA stuff my little hobbit face, like I did on the outbound flight. Seriously, I was like someone on “Supersize vs Super-skinny“. I needed no encouragement, yet I got it all the same. And the second slice of cheesecake was a very welcome treat from my favourite cabin attendant. It was a veritable bacchanalian feast of fat and sugar, all consumed while sitting down and – at times – lying back.

In contrast, on last night’s flight I consumed nothing but a bottle of water until 20mins before landing this morning. And that was a light breakfast. Not a sliver of cheesecake in sight.

The flight was almost as comfortable as the outbound too. Almost.

British Airways can do a lot, but unfortunately they can’t do anything about the fact that in 2013, some passengers still think it’s okay to avoid washing for several days before getting on a plane. The guy sitting across the aisle from me stank like three-day old pants and looked like he’d been sleeping in a ditch.

Every time he moved, he wafted over some of this charming scent. Thankfully, I was so tired, I was quickly asleep. Unfortunately, he managed to smell even worse this morning and I got a full blast when he turned around to take down his bag from the overhead locker.

Not pleasant.

But I think it still qualifies as a #FirstWorldProblem, as I was in a very comfortable business class flat-bed at the time.

Onwards and upwards. My mission today is to stay awake until it’s time to sleep tonight.

And that probably counts as another #FirstWorldProblem, right?