I went down to Melbourne yesterday for what I thought was a day. Being incredibly clever I decided not to pack my usual emergency shirt and toothbrush because I am sick of security bag checks. All this would of been fine, but in another stroke of genius I decided to book my flight back on the last plane to Sydney. On my way to Melbourne airport last night my Dad gave me a call to tell me there had been storms. When I got to the airport I saw my flight was cancelled.
I joined a long queue and got my rescheduled flight, and was offered some accommodation. The problem was it was another 30 minutes to get that, and I’d had enough. Instead I went to the lovely Gemma’s place and crashed there.
This morning one of her house mates made me a delightfully strong cup of coffee using one of those cool espresso makers you put on a gas hotplate. I think it must of been strong coffee because I’m still pretty alert.
Oh and the other “smart thing” I did was get a seat in the back of the plane for quick exits but in both Melbourne arriving, and Sydney coming back the rear exit was closed because of the rain.