The trip

It started well. Indra drove through a five o'clock thunder storm in peak hour traffic to deposit us at the KL Central railway station and we jumped on the express train to the airport with one minute to spare. Negotiating KLIA2, the domestic terminal was a new and confusing experience but we did find counter Z with a Jetstar sign. But no staff. This was three hours before take off when you are supposed to arrive. We have found that the staff doesn't arrive until 2 hours before take off. 
They did come and the connecting plane departed only fifteen minutes late which was going to make our connection in Singapore a bit tight. Jo hoped that we wouldn't have to change terminals.
When we arrived with half an hour to find our connection, I left my sweater on the plane and didn't realize it until we were well out of it. It is my hand spun, hand dyed, hand knitted, self designed guernsey. I could not leave that behind. So I fought my way through the still deplaning passengers, grabbed it and ran to find Jo at the information board which told us that our connecting flight had been "retimed". It wasn't due to leave until 0350, in four hours time. . . . 
We, eventually, were told that it had been held up in the repair shop in Melbourne. . . . doesn't Qantas have extra planes?
As usual the food was inadequate, the service was minimal and barely pleasant. So our dislike of travelling on Qantas has been reinforced.

We got home too late for me to pick up Sonic as I had organised. He had to spend an extra night with his French mistress. But I picked him up today. He has more baggage than I do.

Sonic's luggage