Just a quick post before I climb into bed.
I set the buzzers off through the security gate twice (!) before I even left the Bay this morning THEN the drug/bomb man with the scanner stopped me to scan ME and my belongings! Did I look suspicious??
Had two seats to myself on the flight to Sydney and I planned on writing in the DDD, but discovered that both the pens that I had put in my handbag had mysteriously disappeared! Bugger! So I had to settle with reading the inflight magazine instead.
I hadn't eaten breakfast OR lunch so I was feeling a bit peckish and wanted to buy something on the plane. Then I found that Virgin menus had changed. The selection to choose from had reduced considerably and the prices had increased markedly.
Instead of paying $10 for a sandwich, I chose a $4 packet of potato chips which disappointingly turned out to be a 30 gram packet which is equivalent to about five crisps.
I decided to wait til I arrived at Sydney airport and buy something more substantial for lunch.
The people sitting behind me had a baby, about four or five months old, who seemed to dislike flying and screamed uncontrollably for the first twenty minutes of the flight. She cheered up because while we waiting to disembark, she was beaming and smiling at everyone who looked at her!
One of the people sitting in front of me was 'passing smelly wind' for the first twenty minutes of the flight.
So you could say that the first twenty minutes of my journey was most unpleasant!
It did improve though. The flight was very smooth until we hit the thick, dark clouds hanging over Sydney. That created a very bumpy descent to the tarmac.
So we landed in Sydney and I found my way to the check-in counter for Rex Airlines where the very smiley attendant commented how 'nice and early' I was. She didn't charge me for my luggage which was six kilograms over the allowable limit. (Thank you :o) lovely attendant).
I had to stand on the end of a very long queue and wait for over twenty minutes to get through the security gates back into the terminal, so I spent the time singing happy songs to myself and smiling at strangers. They appeared to be suspicious of my friendly behaviour!
Then I had four hours to kill.
I tried to get into the Rex Guest Lounge, but you have to be a paid member and they don't have day passes into the area (which Virgin Blue DO - by the way).
So I sat in the waiting area scribbling frantically in my DDD (after first stopping at the airport newsagent to purchase 2 pens - just in case)
After about two hours, a young girl in her early twenties sat beside me and found an appointment card for a brain surgeon on the seat.
She waved it in my direction and said "Oh look! Somebody had an appt this morning with a brain surgeon!"
I replied "Yes! I did see that!"
She then came back with "This would look great on a piece of artwork titled "Flotsam and Jetsom" with lots of other things"
I responded with "It's interesting that your brain works that way ... perhaps you could visit this brain surgeon and have that looked at!"
She giggled loudly and five minutes later disappeared around the corner.
When I finally got to board the next flight, I was sitting beside a young man, also in his early twenties. Approximately 20 minutes into the flight, he tapped my arm to get my attention and handed me two pieces of stone with gold strips in them.
He looked at me and said "That's real gold there". I replied "Kewl! Where'dya get it?" He said "I pulled it out of the tyre treads on a big truck at the gold mine!" I answered "Wow! And they let you keep it?" He said "No, not really!" I said "Don't tell me any more!"
Then he took his rocks back and proceeded to listen to music in his ipod.
It was a nice quick flight. We must have had a strong tail wind because we arrived fifteen minutes early, despite leaving Sydney ten minutes late.
So here I am safe n sound and already enjoying BGWLBH's warm hospitality.
I've watched some tennis but it's been a long day, and my back has been good all day but is just starting to niggle a bit, so I'd best go rest my weary bones.
Nite all
I'm lazy and selfish and spend too much time on the internet. I love to be creative with photography and jewellery and sketching with pencil and pastels. I'm happier now than I have ever been and I love everything about my life ... where I live, my home, my fantastic grown up children, my lifestyle, my friends, my dogs and last but not least my wonderful adoring husband. Life is good!
Nice to see you!
Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.
Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.
Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**
Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!
So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!
Welcome to my dilemna!!
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