J could only stand for Journey today. We’re getting a plane back to the UK tonight. Nine and a half hours to Hong Kong then 12 and a half hours to London arriving strangely on the same day. We do this trip twice a year and the more I do it, the more I hate it. As I get older I’m increasingly convinced that the plane only stays in the air because of my strong will and unrelenting grip on the arm rests.
This time I’m going to practice my yoga breathing and try and cultivate a zen-like attitude. And I’m going to drink a lot of wine.