Singapore airport to home

Couple more comments added to yesterday’s blog. This keeps you on your toes and lets me checkout how many times each page is read! At one stage I had 48 followers. Didn’t realize I knew that many people.

So we have finished our day room stay after two showers and about 6 hours sleep. Had a light late lunch in the hotel lounge next door and then did our duty free shopping, where mine consisted of a malt whiskey purchase, no surprise there. Would you believe that DFS had 300 whiskies for sale and free whisky tastings out the front of the store. I was in whisky heaven... inside the store I was still deciding what to buy when the store assistant offered to let me taste a single malt he recommended. Who was I to knock back such a kind offer?
I had mentioned earlier to J that I had previously thought of buying one of those neck pillows but figured it would always be a nuisance to carry around. She rightly pointed out that if we continue to swan it around in Business Class we wouldn’t need one. Lo and behold, when I leave the duty free liquor store I have a go at their prize wheel at the front of the store and win a $15 Singapore voucher for on line purchases. I thanked them but said they could keep the voucher as we were about to head back to Oz. They also asked me if I had bought anything in the store and I told them of my Glenmorangie purchase so they then gave both J and I a little gift pack that had a set or ear plugs, an eye mask and a lovely soft blow up neck pillow! How flukey is that?
So now we are ensconced in the Silver Kris lounge, sampling a French Chardonnay (J is only a teensy bit put out that they have run out of the flash French champagne she really likes, but no drama as it will be offered again when we get on our plane tonight. Think I may have made an earlier mention that we are travelling BUSINESS Class.) and a variety of cheeses. We are allowed 40 kilos of luggage, and as my suitcase weighed under 25 kg, I’ve used the remaining excess to carry it all on my stomach and butt! Diet tomorrow, or the next day or buy more elastic waisted pants in a larger size... I’m opting for the latter at this stage.

Here’s your fun fact for the day, and I really love this one, so it’s a bonus for those of you who have hung in thus far.
Supposedly dating back to Catherine de Medici times, where the much maligned woman was accused of being a poisoner, around the 14th century, another European royalty female whose name escapes me was married off to a much older noble man while she was still in her teens. This often wasn’t such a bad thing as the old guy would hopefully die much sooner than his child bride, and the woman would inherit the title, lands, etc. But in this instance the old guy showed no signs of dying any time soon, so the wife had made for herself the ring style favoured by Catherine, where a hidden little area was created within a large raised area on a ring, in which potentially poison could be secreted, and then slipped into a drink unnoticed. Hope that makes sense how I’ve described it, cos it does in my head.
Anyway, the old guy got suspicious when his young wife gave the servants the day off, (paraphrasing here and maybe just a hint of poetic licence) and served him a glass of wine (it wasn’t actually glass in those days, but would have been a goblet of some sort so not obvious if any discolouration or powder sediment in the goblet). He’s nobody’s fool and is a bit suspicious of her motives so rather than make her swap his goblet with hers, he raises his goblet to hers to make them clink against each other. No standard measures here, these goblets would be full to the top, and so by clinking the goblets together some would spill into each other. Should his wife have attempted to poison him, then some of the poison would now be in her goblet too, and she wouldn’t drink from it. So that’s why we clink glasses prior to drinking, and also saying the equivalent of ‘good health’ in various languages to show that we aren’t trying to poison each other. I’m sure I’m driving J nuts, clinking glasses with her every time and saying that ‘there’s no poison in my glass’! How about that, she’s just refilled my glass and we are about to clink again!!! Perfect timing...
Can you hear her groaning from there? LOL 😂
Three hours til we are due to depart so I will leave you for now. Hopefully no dramas to follow but I will update to advise of our safe arrival home. Thank you for sharing this holiday with me. You will now need to put your passports away until next Janauary when a search for the Northern Lights has been booked, followed by a second visit to Iceland, so make sure you pack your thermal underwear.
Bon soir et bon voyage, mes amis! That’s French for ‘See ya later alligator!’ or at least something like that 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️👯‍♀️👸🏻

And here’s another late addition. the delightful Laura had emailed me our cabaret photo.