It was an early start to get to the 'plane to Brisbane but it was made easier by a smooth journey by MRT to the airport. I was collared in to having a 'make over' by a Dior assistant at the airport ('I want to make you look prettier': good luck with that) so I obviously looked rough and by the end of it I looked 'done over' and make a swift exit to the toilets to wipe most of it off. I lucked out again on the flight by getting a seat by the bulk head and a spare seat next to me. Maybe the spare seat was something to do with the make up...
P was there to meet me at the airport. He lives in a place called Moorooka which, by his own admission, sounds like a disease. The Aussies seem to put "o's" at the end of words: 'servo', 'combo' & 'smoko': I feel like I need a phrase book most of the time. I am finding it difficult not to mimic the accent and have been told to be careful otherwise I'll get my head kicked in!
P has taken tomorrow off and we are heading up to Noosa for the day.
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