I guess I should feel sorry for people who sit, working away in airport lounges, with restless leg syndrome. Unfortunately, all I want to do is jump up, march over and nail their feet to the floor. Obviously, that’s not acceptable in a supposed civilised society, so I don’t. But it’s a good job I’m not a dictator.
Today started in a fog. One of those mountain fogs we were once so used to. We had to drive down to Dural so the fog was a bit of an inconvenience. Though the rain was more so.
It rained most of the night and, given the cars needed packing and the house tidied up, we could have done with some dry weather. Fortunately, by the time we reached Dural, the sky was partly blue and the sun was out.
We’ve been having a strange problem with the Tig. It sometimes gets stuck in low gear. When this happens, we need to pull over and turn the engine off, wait 60 seconds, then turn it back on again. Very IT but it works.
Another, annoying thing it has been doing is suddenly going into a lurch. This is almost like when cars go into a kangaroo hop before stalling. It happens without warning and is quite alarming.
Fiona calls it donkey butt because, she reckons, it’s like getting unexpectedly kicked in the butt by a donkey. The name has caught on and is now standard nomenclature for the Tig.
Anyway, the car behaved itself, mostly, and we were soon on our way to Sharon and Jud’s place.
When we saw them the other week, they suggested coming for brunch before I left. I was really keen so we left early this morning for that reason. Of course, Mirinda leaves tomorrow so she’s having a girl’s night with Sharon and Adele. I’m not sure what Jud will do.
After a great brunch of eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomato and toast, all perfectly prepared by Jud, we chatted for a bit, about the widening climate change problems with fires in Oz, until Sharon suddenly yelled that it was 12:20 and we needed to think about leaving.
After many goodbyes, I climbed into the car and Jud and I left for the airport. And we talked about socialism and how the world was stuffed at present and how we’d fix it. I thoroughly enjoyed the journey.
At the check-in desk I was told my new suitcase was way too heavy (36.6kg) and I’d have to get another bag to distribute the weight a bit more. I grumbled a bit but, eventually, went and bought a small wheelie bag. I sat near the check-in desk and moved a few heavy things into the new bag and, triumphantly, loaded the bags onto the scales. It had worked. I collected my boarding passes and headed for the Business Class lounge, waiting for my time to board to tick around.
On the plane, I watched an insane film about a yakuza who had retired and was now a house husband. It was seriously mad and I loved every minute of it. It was called The Way of the Househusband. So funny. I love Japanese films.
It’s based on a successful manga series of the same name.
And, between laughing at high jinx, dozing, eating and drinking, I made my way to Singapore where it was almost tomorrow.
