Makes no difference who you are

I am exhausted.

I need a weeks holiday to recover from the holiday.

The flight home was as stress provoking as the last nights entertainment.

There were drunk people behind us; who have never been drunk ... never been in trouble... just say it as it is.

And bloody hell; did they tell it how it was!

The guy beside me hates Hoomans too.

He spoke very softly and controlled to them and asked them to shut up - the female had fallen over onto his girlfriend while wandering back from the toilet - and she was going on and on about over reaction.

I made pleading faces to the stewards - when after we were given our meal they asked why they weren’t getting one; and they were told we had paid in advance.

Apparently that makes us toffee nosed. Looking down our noses at people. I don’t even know what this woman looks like. I never turned to acknowledge her. Unlike the people in the three rows in front who kept turning round to see who was swearing and shouting.

The stewards very kindly stopped serving them and took a load of abuse for that. And of course incited her to condemn everyone around her for victimising her.

He wasn’t saying much. Paralytic and nae teeth doesn’t make for a conversationalist.

It was such a relief to leave the plane - slip through customs, pick our bags up in one of the first ten.... and escape to a taxi and a very amusing taxi driver. Restores your faith in humanity.

Then sleep.

I feel horrific. Like I have ate my body weight in crap and drunk my body weight in alcohol.

I need sleep and a week (at least) of fasting.

So that is all the food and drinking done - and I found this lovely wishing star in a jar - so am wishing for a healthy and happy new year and minimal contact with the wrong type of hoomans