With my suitcase still missing, Nagi and I went to Intermarché this morning, the only supermarket that is open on a Sunday and also sells clothes. Clearly, this is not a place where I’d normally shop for clothes, but when the need is high, it does the job.
I spent 80 Euros on socks, underwear, a pajama and two shirts under the assumption that I might have to power through without my suitcase for at least one more night.
I have a bad feeling about this, though… Air France has been unreliable and – let’s say it – utterly shit-faced from the moment we had entered Changi airport end November.
I wonder whether this is the one time in more than 15 years of heavy flying where I will lose all my stuff…
Keep your fingers crossed.
Edit December 14th
A photo of me in the morning in my glorious jammies purchased yesterday:
Brrrrr – so hot!