I LIVE.

The LHR to CDG flight was... erm, well, no better way to put this, so: I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO FUCKING DIE. (Thunderstorms throughout the whole journey apart from 5 minutes in the middle, during which the stewardess came around with champagne to calm people's nerves. Or maybe to celebrate that we survived through the first half. Sick bags were handed out. Sounds of children crying and people wretching. I nearly threw up too.) The flight was delayed by an hour, so by the time it landed people were rushed through the airport to the connecting flight. Which was a shame because parts of CDG is now open after refurbishment and it looked amazing, but I didn't actually have time to stop to look, really.

Now I have a new haircut, a stomach full of Japanese food, and am checking my sister's comp for virus. Every time I can back, her computer is a MESS to the point that it's hardly useable. orz

Busy day tomorrow.