Sleeping till noon ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

We’re at the very back of the upstairs Club World cabin on an A380, which has its good points and its bad points. The good: we could sit together and neither of us had to climb over anyone or be climbed over for aisle access, unlike almost any other seats in Club World (BA has a very weird seating arrangement). The bad: we were the last to be served dinner, so we didn’t start eating until nearly 9pm San Francisco time.

My tray table wouldn’t stay level – since there was no one in the seat next to me, the flight attendant took down that tray table and put my drinks on it. It worked wonderfully well, and I used it for my night table so I could charge my watch and still look at it when I needed to know the time.

We were finished with dinner a little after 10, which is 6am London time. I slept some, but woke up every hour, which is pretty normal for me when I try to sleep on a red eye. My most recent wake up was at noon London time; I can hear breakfast being prepared, and we’re supposed to land in a couple of hours, so I guess it’s time to get up and face the day, which will be entirely spent in the hands of British Airways.