Got up reasonably early this morning, but still not in time for Sunrise or Today, Bert Newton and GMA on again. I packed, did a bit of diary writing and then we headed out to Broadmeadows, the second closest shopping centre to NRI's place (after Airport West). Wasn't really thinking of getting anything, but there was this wool jacket on sale that caught my eye. That fitted, and looked good. Now, it will probably be only 1 or 2 months a year that I will need it in Bris, but just on that cusp of too thick or just thick enough, but it is a good fit, and a good design. And the price also sold me - $59.
So that was all my spending money spent for the trip, between clothes and meals and going out. Got some more out (am now onto general budget spending money, not holidays LOL), and had fish and chips in the food court at Broadie for lunch - was a good piece of fish as well, much better than expected :)
Big W to get a belt and underwear (essentials basically), and then hotfooting it to the bus for the girls to pack. Of course enough time to meander through Best and Less for ten minutes. Caught the bus back to NRI's, ordered a taxi as the girls packed, and then the usual half hour twiddling thumbs bit. I took the cases outside and did more diary writing to kill time.
The taxi turned up, the bags were stowed in the boot, and I froze. Where is my passport - didn't I leave it inside - it's not in my backpack - fine, you check - what do you mean you don't have a key for inside - I need to step away for a moment, away from the noise...
And then came to as I stumbled onto the grass verge on the footpath. Not a seizure but instead hyperventilating. Still felt like I was passing out though, unsure of where I was, thinking that someone should ring an ambulance, and that my legs had buckled from under me. Very blech feeling. V calmed me down, said we would explain things at the airport, and we headed out there, me in another black mood, certain I wouldn't get on the plane. Has been drilled into me, 'photo ID required', since 9/11 happened and I think even before. No, I don't have a driver's license.
Got to the airport, V askd one of the Virgin staff whether photo was required in these circumstances, and thankfully bankcards are OK as well if you leave the photo ID at home. Grrr. So I booked on and wandered over to the Jetstar/Qantas check in where CCL and V had to sign in. Calmed down, slowly, and had a Hudson's coffee (iced in my case) which NRI had said were to die for - CCL was adamant the coffee we had in the central city side street/piazza was better. Went through the Quantas terminal to see them off, gave V a big hug as she burst into tears on departure.
Wandered back to the Virgin terminal where my flight was, figured I didn't have enough time for a Hungry Jacks or McDs meal - had a cafe ciabatta chicken and sweet chili at the 70s retro cafe (Fly I think it's called) instead. Nice decor, average food LOL. Had 3 clocks on the wall, a la the usual Sydney London New York arrangement, I'm sure two of them said Prahran and Geelong LOL.
Hopped on the flight and here I am, about forty minutes from landing back in Bris. No CPF to the side of me this time, just a sour faced biddy (SFB) reading the Herald Sun or Age or something.
Believe it or not, but it was actually nice to be in a place with an official winter season again. In Bris, it gets coldish overnight, but the days are continually warm - was nice to be in a place where people had a sweatshirt, beanie AND jacket on at the same time. Weird observation I know.
And the dessert at Lygon Street last night YUM. Was a scoop of gelato, a shot of espresso and a shot of your choice of liquer (I chose Baileys) as well. Seeing gelato, we thought it would be ice cream, so V asked for a second spoon. The waitress advised us it was actually ice cream in the coffee, with a 'boy you people are stupid' look on her face. Despite that look and despite the fact I'm not an espresso fan was delicious. Mixed all together it was a Bailey's iced coffee, and it was YUM. Well worth the price :)
And finally, along the lines that I can now buy FHM's hottest 100 girls magazine thoughts, while V and CCL were getting the Spanish donuts at the markets the other day, there was a girl at the clothing stall in my line of sight looking at the boxers and trunks, and I swear, put a pair of them against herself to see how they fit. Or something. Attractive girl as well, and something about the thought of a girl in boys underwear - have kept myself pretty buttoned down the last four days, yes, even watching BB Uncut, but if there was a sensual moment to the trip, Trying Boxers Girl, TBG, was it LOL.
Back to reality shortly. And REALLY back to it tomorrow.
So that was all my spending money spent for the trip, between clothes and meals and going out. Got some more out (am now onto general budget spending money, not holidays LOL), and had fish and chips in the food court at Broadie for lunch - was a good piece of fish as well, much better than expected :)
Big W to get a belt and underwear (essentials basically), and then hotfooting it to the bus for the girls to pack. Of course enough time to meander through Best and Less for ten minutes. Caught the bus back to NRI's, ordered a taxi as the girls packed, and then the usual half hour twiddling thumbs bit. I took the cases outside and did more diary writing to kill time.
The taxi turned up, the bags were stowed in the boot, and I froze. Where is my passport - didn't I leave it inside - it's not in my backpack - fine, you check - what do you mean you don't have a key for inside - I need to step away for a moment, away from the noise...
And then came to as I stumbled onto the grass verge on the footpath. Not a seizure but instead hyperventilating. Still felt like I was passing out though, unsure of where I was, thinking that someone should ring an ambulance, and that my legs had buckled from under me. Very blech feeling. V calmed me down, said we would explain things at the airport, and we headed out there, me in another black mood, certain I wouldn't get on the plane. Has been drilled into me, 'photo ID required', since 9/11 happened and I think even before. No, I don't have a driver's license.
Got to the airport, V askd one of the Virgin staff whether photo was required in these circumstances, and thankfully bankcards are OK as well if you leave the photo ID at home. Grrr. So I booked on and wandered over to the Jetstar/Qantas check in where CCL and V had to sign in. Calmed down, slowly, and had a Hudson's coffee (iced in my case) which NRI had said were to die for - CCL was adamant the coffee we had in the central city side street/piazza was better. Went through the Quantas terminal to see them off, gave V a big hug as she burst into tears on departure.
Wandered back to the Virgin terminal where my flight was, figured I didn't have enough time for a Hungry Jacks or McDs meal - had a cafe ciabatta chicken and sweet chili at the 70s retro cafe (Fly I think it's called) instead. Nice decor, average food LOL. Had 3 clocks on the wall, a la the usual Sydney London New York arrangement, I'm sure two of them said Prahran and Geelong LOL.
Hopped on the flight and here I am, about forty minutes from landing back in Bris. No CPF to the side of me this time, just a sour faced biddy (SFB) reading the Herald Sun or Age or something.
Believe it or not, but it was actually nice to be in a place with an official winter season again. In Bris, it gets coldish overnight, but the days are continually warm - was nice to be in a place where people had a sweatshirt, beanie AND jacket on at the same time. Weird observation I know.
And the dessert at Lygon Street last night YUM. Was a scoop of gelato, a shot of espresso and a shot of your choice of liquer (I chose Baileys) as well. Seeing gelato, we thought it would be ice cream, so V asked for a second spoon. The waitress advised us it was actually ice cream in the coffee, with a 'boy you people are stupid' look on her face. Despite that look and despite the fact I'm not an espresso fan was delicious. Mixed all together it was a Bailey's iced coffee, and it was YUM. Well worth the price :)
And finally, along the lines that I can now buy FHM's hottest 100 girls magazine thoughts, while V and CCL were getting the Spanish donuts at the markets the other day, there was a girl at the clothing stall in my line of sight looking at the boxers and trunks, and I swear, put a pair of them against herself to see how they fit. Or something. Attractive girl as well, and something about the thought of a girl in boys underwear - have kept myself pretty buttoned down the last four days, yes, even watching BB Uncut, but if there was a sensual moment to the trip, Trying Boxers Girl, TBG, was it LOL.
Back to reality shortly. And REALLY back to it tomorrow.
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