The day started badly....well the night before to be exact. I had gone to bed early as my taxi was booked for 3 am. I had been lulled to sleep by the bass beat of the Pussycat Dolls who were playing at the Fort Canning Park but at 11pm the phone rang. A stupid little man from reception was riniging to check that I wanted a taxi for 3 am. YES! What flight? I AM ASLEEP! What Terminal? I DON'T BLOODY KNOW AND I AM NOT GETTING UP TO FIND MY TICKET!! I will come to your room at 2.45am and get your bags. GOOD. Couldn't et back to sleep so watched some bad singlish TV.
At 2.50am I took my bags to the lift and went to reception to check out but not before I woke the sleping bloody concierge who was meant to get my bags. At least he got some sleep. Got to Changi way too early becasue the reception had overcalculated the need for time, but was first in the queue and through like a shot and managed to nab one of the free foot massage machines. Considering I was practically the only one at the airport that wasn't hard.
Had a lovely Jetstar Asia flight.........it left on time with no obvious hassles. That doesn't happen often!
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