I’m in premium economy, so the seats are slightly more comfortable with perhaps a few centimetres extra space, however the tray is built into the armrest of my chair, so if the seat in front reclines my duvet won’t go everywhere. There is also a footrest. AND I was offered sparkling wine! However, even that extra space wasn’t quite enough to prevent an immediate “ow” as I descended into my seat a little too quickly. You also get given toothbrush, pen, toothpaste, and an eye mask! On the way over they said they didn’t do them any more! Lies! Lies! All because I travelled out cattle class and was therefore undeserving of such luxury.
Ooh! Headphones that actually work! Wow!
In case you’re interested, it’s 9025km (5608 miles) from San Diego to Heathrow.
Barbie! The film starts by asserting that all dolls had been babies prior to Barbie, that’s not absolutely true, it’s true enough I suppose. Maybe it was groundbreaking that Barbie could have any career she wanted. I thought that Ken said to Ken who laughed at him crashing into a wave that he was “going to beat him off”, which was much funnier than the actual line of “beach off”. The twist into the real world, where Barbie faces sexism with an undertone of violence was well done. Then Barbie looks to am old women and says “you are so beautiful”, and the old woman tells “don’t you know it!”. It’s hilarious that half the cast of “Sex Education” are in the Barbie film! A nice touch that Eric and Maeve are a Ken and Barbie couple.
Question? Do any of the Ken dolls that Mattel make actually have hairy armpits?
Also, I want a pink conversable, like Barbie.

It’s that the fifth or sixth bowel movement if the day? I only just made it to the loo. For any that come after me: perhaps pack some Immodium?
I tried a little hypnosis with a couple of tracks on my phone; I couldn’t quite get into the zone, however I was put in mind of the strange gravity and inertia one experiences on a plane: the sudden drops where one feels lighter, and the accents where one feels heavier.
I have this strange tingling … when I first became aware of it, I thought it was my balls tingling, but (of course) they’re gone. I better not be doomed to getting ghost balls accusing me of their murder, driving me insane, like Caesar’s ghost haunting the assassin Brutus, for the rest of my life. I really hope that is just the scar healing and the sensation beginning to come back to the area; the area has felt both numb and sore when touched directly with my hand – a paradox, yet true. It feels really good to apply pressure to the area through the padding and my clothes. It’s aching a little bit tonight, which I think is down to all the sitting in these hard airplane chairs.
Yesterday I wrote:
I know I must return to Mexico someday, because there will always be a part of me here.
What actual literal bollocks 🤣! I want to return to Mexico because I want to explore Latin America! What was removed from me was no more a part of me than my toenail clippings.
I’m sure you’re loving the posts about my bowel movements: another one – I had to run from the coach stop to the loos … I only just made it. Such fun! I betcha never expected diarrhoea as a result of being castrated!
The earlier coach was full, so I used the time to get dressings for my scar (the centre didn’t give me any). I followed some advice from a friend and also bought some nail varnish remover pads to get to get rid of some of the glue, because that’s making things uncomfortable. I’ve also got some microspore tape, some wound dressings, and an antiseptic spray for the area.
I also bought some Immodium (anti-diarrhea) tablets as things are still feeling unstable and I do not want to try to poo on the coach. I’ve pooed enough today.
After, I had another coffee from Costa and continued to practice my Spanish! I’ve put some much effort into it so far and one day I will use it. I’m enjoying learning it; shame it will be harder to practice back home.
The coach is late. Again.
Finally, I am back home. My husband is a mess, I’m exhausted, but I’m not in pain (other than a headache, which is better stamp on now I’ve noticed it before it becomes a full on migraine).
I think I have my work cut out for me these few days …
… however, given that the reason I rushed back home was that I was afraid for his life, it is a relief to be here.

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