6 1/2 hours from Paris to Dubai.
2 1/2 hours in the Dubai airport.
10 hours from Dubai to Perth. 5 hours into our flight, when I realised that what had seemed like 25 hours was really only half way there, I rested my head on the seat in front of me and cried quiet, somewhat feeble and pathetic tears.
Next to us was a Serbian family who had struck up a conversation with a Serbian hostess. Not a quiet conversation, mind, a very loud conversation that was not at all moderated by the dimmed cabin lights, the sleeping people and the otherwise hushed atmosphere.
Grumpy rubbed my back and asked me if I was feeling better. I sniffed and nodded and said, "Yes, and I'd feel much better" - as I leaned out into the aisle I let my voice rise to a somewhat hysterical pitch - "IF I COULD GET SOME SLEEP!" That set the chatty hostess running and a couple of snoozers around me flinched.
But I was way past caring. Then they gave me metal cutlery with my meal. Oh that was a good one. I laughed mightily.