So it is farewell to the Merse for a month or so. Oz is fine but the journey is not. Even by the time we reach the Big Smoke we will have to face a 23 hour flight to Melbourne and dash to get the final leg into Canberra. So leaving Hutton today, Monday, at 2.15 pm we hope to get to Canberra by 7.15 am on Wednesday. Not even Bus 32 from Golden Square to Hutton (via Paxton House)ever takes so long. And the plane will be more crowded I suspect. An hour stroll around Singapore Airport at good ness knows what time the only relief-other reliefs can be frustrated by the 350 other passengers queuing for the inadequate number of loos-all getting increasingly noisesome as the flight proceeds. Some diversion is provided by the 4 or 5 movies shown in steady succession and by the moving map which claims to show where we are in the sky, where we are going and when we might (if we are spared) get there. I am not sure that I want to know our height, the outside temperature (-75 C or so) and that we are flying over Iraq or Afghanistan. I avoid a window seat anyhow as there is not much to see of Kabul from 35,000 feet, at night, during a power cut. The nearer the aisle the less legs to scramble over in your mad dash to join the loo queue.
Ah well it will all be worth it eventually and we only can hope that the senior daughter holds on to her baby until we get there. And the grandparental duties can well and truly begin.
Hope to be in touch in a couple of days-3 more likely as Jet Lag does its thing.
