First thing I had to do today was take my dog, Dizzy, to the vet. Since moving back to Canberra from Melbourne, his ears have become red and inflamed, and we've been trying a number of medications. Now, as I have mentioned earlier, today was also the day I went to visit my Dad and Grandparents, so needless to say, things were a bit hectic.
After the vet, Mum started freaking out about getting my Grandparents a gift (completely unnecessary if you ask me), as well as picking Pippa (my sister) up from a friend's house where she had insisted on staying the night, despite knowing how pressed for time we were going to be in the morning. Anyway, THAT resulted in a screaming match when we got back home to drop off the dogs and pick up my luggage, because, apparently, Pippa hadn't wanted to be picked up, but had neither the brains, nor the common decency to tell us so.
All this was going on while we were still worrying about what to give our Grandparents. In the end, we decided to re-gift them a bottle of champagne, which meant I had to totally rearrange my suitcase.
Now it's important that you understand that there was no REAL need to rush, because my flight didn't leave until 1:15 in the afternoon. The rushing was attributed to the fact that my mother had a haircut appointment at 12:30 (completely unecessary, I might add, since she'd had one recently), and in order to make it there on time, she had to drop me off at 11:00. So there I was, sitting for almost two hours in the airport. ALONE.
The flight itself was not bad. Not a lot of leg-room, but I was in an otherwise empty row, and I got a window seat.
The layover at the Melbourne airport was uneventful. I had time to get a chocolate muffin and a lemon-lime solo. I did, however, go to the bathroom, simply to use the automatic hand-dryer that plays ads while you use it. It is truly an ingenious invention.
The flight to Tasmania was a lot more crowded though, thanks to some-sort of field-trip for Australian Air-Force Cadets. I was nearly swept away in a tide of blue shirts, heavy boots, and unflattering pants. Ironically, most of the little hooligans were acting like they'd never flown before.
The Tasmania airport has much improved since the last time I visited (last time, instead of a conveyor belt, they hauled the luggage in on a big truck and we were forced to crawl over it like cockroaches, looking for ours). This time, there was ONE conveyor belt, which the entire airport had to share, so it was more like trying to escape from a concert-less mosh pit.
Anyway, here I am, relatively unscathed, in the spare room of a house that smells like old. I shall keep you updated on events of interest, as and when they occur.
-Quote of the day-
"The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage"--Mark Russell
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