I am refreshed and looking forward to spending Christmas with my family after my next trip, which is another trip to Singapore. This trip’s a short one, and I get back by Christmas Eve. I call shorter trips like this one as ‘wheelie-bag’ trips because I can fit all my clothes into just one in-cabin bag. I usually do so much shopping that I regret not taking my suitcase and end up cramming everything into my wheelie-bag, having to then carry extra shopping bags anyway. Not this next trip. I have done enough shopping in the last month to satisfy the average woman’s shopping fantasies for a year. This time in Singapore, I intend to sit by the pool and take relaxing to whole new level. I pack my wheelie-bag, which takes all of about a minute, and drive to work. I actually feel safer on a plane than I do in a car, but that’s probably because I am not a very good driver. Every time I go to dinner parties someone wants to talk about their flight from hell and how they thought they were going to die.
