Approximately twenty minutes time. Flight delays.
This time, as I wait in the Qantas lounge, there are no loud members of a well-known band talking about ‘Lars and the Real Girl’ - however, there are the ubiqutous UK-accented fellow passengers loudly dictating their Facebook updates:
‘Tell her we Haven’t. Left. Yet!’
‘We Nout. Left. Yet! I have it now, just waiting to see if she replies, like…’
So, nothing really that much out of the ordinary. I have tried pretty much all of the olive-types on offer from the buffet and I’m going to try the cappuchino machine next. I am, however, terribly grateful to Milton for sending me something to read, as I have a rather lengthy flight ahead of me (which has been delayed, due to the incoming plane getting itself lost or some such nonsense).
I have at least three different business magazines next to me and a large, cheerfully glowing LED sign telling me all the stock market results. It’s kind of cosy in a ‘greed is good’ kind of way. I might go see if I can write “Gordon Gekko was ‘ere” in a bathroom stall or something.
And, as a great start to it all? I left my tickets at the front counter and they had to call me to go get them. Sheesh. It was kind of like getting lost at the shopping centre when you’re ten. 
Other than that, I think it might be time to get out of here. See you, Australia, back in… however long it takes. 
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Hey I was serious, take care of yourself. Now did you pack you tooth brush?
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