Off to Tassie again, on a packed Xmas Ever flight, kids all around. Ah well, at least I was able to find the festive Economist on the umm fourth attempt at the airport newsagent.
Quiet day thus far, most exciting thing being the packing and pressie wrapping. At almost the last minute remembered to do the internet banking - oh damn, I forgot to get the grandparents' number for the hoped for phone call tomorrow.
And why can't people follow instructions, if you are seated towards the back of the plane, and there's a rear entry to the plane, and the instructions say to go to the back - never mind the thing that Jetbus is doing the normal airline thing of allocating seats - why oh why do there continue to be bogan morons coming through from the front by the dozens? Really annoying - as well as the babies and toddlers - who seem to always be fascinated by my glasses or something. I can fake smiling at the kids well enough, though.
Quiet day thus far, most exciting thing being the packing and pressie wrapping. At almost the last minute remembered to do the internet banking - oh damn, I forgot to get the grandparents' number for the hoped for phone call tomorrow.
And why can't people follow instructions, if you are seated towards the back of the plane, and there's a rear entry to the plane, and the instructions say to go to the back - never mind the thing that Jetbus is doing the normal airline thing of allocating seats - why oh why do there continue to be bogan morons coming through from the front by the dozens? Really annoying - as well as the babies and toddlers - who seem to always be fascinated by my glasses or something. I can fake smiling at the kids well enough, though.
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