back in Blighty

Thirty-eight hours of travel from door-to-door later and we got home yesterday afternoon. I am still sooo tired that I don't remember much from the journey apart from a few highlights.

1. on the plane from the Sunshine Co@st to Sydney there was a child in the row behind us who screamed. She screamed when her brother got the window seat. She screamed when her mother fastened her seatbelt. She screamed (for joy this time?) when she was offered a sweet. She screamed for 2 minutes straight for no discernible reason and then her brother swapped seats with her and stopped screaming and instead took up kicking the seat in front of her. Which of course was mine.
2. on the 14-hour flight from Sydney to Dub@i there was a man across the aisle from us who kept his neighbouring passengers...amused...for roughly six hours by singing along to the music playing on his headphones. Every now and then he would hit a particularly high note and his immediate neighbour jumped a mile in her seat, poor thing. He seemed to have an inordinate amount of B@rry White on his playlist, and had clearly been a fan of the tv show "All.y McBe@l" because I swear he once did a bit of this dance in his seat (with his eyes closed).
3. we had a few hours to pass in Sydney so took the train from the airport to Circle Qu@y and checked to see that the bridge and the opera house were still how we remembered them.
4. they were :-)
5. I watched "Shutt£r Island" on the flight from Dub@i to London and it gave me nightmares last night.