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18 Hours of sleepless flying and a 40 degree centigrade lift in temperature does really weird stuff to your body and mind, and is certainly not the recommended preparation for dealing with an overly bureaucratic female Qantas employee, who is intent on holding you personally responsible for her either her disrupted ovulation or “bad hair day” or both.

The thing is, I usually travel with a fairly well developed sense of humor for those challenging little moments that travel inevitably inflicts upon me, But a pointless and ungrateful argument (considering I had just spent in excess of $15,000.00 dollars in the past 4 weeks alone, with them) with the above described “Atilla the Hen” over a bag that was a mere 1.5 Killo’s over weight (and had passed the same company policy in New York without mention) almost met with an outburst of vindictive language that would not have met with my late Mothers wholehearted approval.

The only thing that saved the entire airport from witnessing my ugly display of anger was my 16 year old son leaning over to me and whispering in my ear… “Dad, just before you blow the top off your blood pressure and this building, I just want you to remember that scene in the film Anger Management…” and I did…, and started to laugh at myself and the stupid, bureaucratic bitch person standing between me and my bed at home.

Anyway I’m home, I’ve spent a whole day sleeping, and another sitting around like a zombie pretending to sort out the mountain of mail, bills (that’s the really easy part, just write in great big letters across the front “DECEASED return to sender” and pop them back in the mail with no stamp) and emails.

It was a great trip packed full of new ideas, new opportunities, and new and old friends, but it is great to be home with familiar things, a degree of predictability and paint brushes and canvases invitingly awaiting direction.

From tonight I will return to daily postings so I look forward to continuing our daily chat together and thank you sincerely for not abandoning me.

Cheers! Lindsay.

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