So I checked out of the Hotel and knew that by the time I final kick back in my seat on the plane and relax my feet will be rancid. It was 33 degrees outside and I had a 20 minute ride on the KL mono rail and probably an hour wait until boarding.
I was traveling light and had acquired a few more items in the fews days that I had been here but especially during my 2 days stay in Singapore. The consequence of which is that I could not pack my trainers and had to wear them to the airport. I hadn't brought any socks either as I couldn't quite conceive a scenario where I would require socks either in Malaysia or Singapore. I barely wear socks in the summer in London and temperature here barely gets above 25 degrees. So socks, in Malaysia/Singapore where the July temperatures average 35 degrees, seem superfluous. I thought maybe I could take them of when I get to the airport and waiting to board. In the end, the my single minded determination to get a decent seat with leg room I forgot to retrieve my sandals from my luggage and my feet just got hotter and smellier. So I wander around the duty free shops a little in the knowledge that I had very little Ringits left and what little I had I need for my caffeine fix before I get on a 14 hour flight back to Blighty. So I wander some more.
When the seat belt signs finally went out, I made a mad dash for the loo - drawback of having a caffeine fix before any flight, however long t is. I am always dying or a pee whilst the plane is taxing in to take off. After I had relived myself I sat back down and promptly eased my trainers off from my throbbing feet and kicked back.
Now, I must have unconsciously held my breath because the first I knew my feet were really rancid was when I heard from behind me, a fellow passenger ask her traveling companion if he could smell 'that'. "Somebody has taken their shoes off and their feet smell real bad!" "It's disgusting". I allowed myself a wry smile plugged my earphones in, tilted my seat back and thought ' Suck it in Baby"
It had occurred to me tonight that I have not been to the dentist for years. My last check up was uneventful until I stupidly asked the dentist if he could polish my teeth. A procedure that my last dentist in Leeds performed as part and parcel of my routine check up. However, I had now moved back to London and this dentist screwed up his face in disgust and informed me that he could but he'll have to charge me a rather lot for it. "But I can recommend a good Hygienist who would do it cheaper'. Stroppy, i I thought. And I hadn't been to a dentist since. That was in the summer of 2000.






















