After an exhausting 28 hours of flying, I've decided to take the plane next time I go abroad.
I'd love to tell you where I've been but, were I to do so, I could end up losing my job at The Australian Embassy, as they like us to keep hush-hush about that sort of thing. I've only been there for a few months, so I think I'll toe the line.
And the first thing that I do when I get home from my training, after admiring my new tan in the hallway mirror from the top of a mountain of letters and free papers, clearing up the remains of my cat (oops), and popping ten bob in the leccy meter? Have a nose on blogger, of course!
Nice to see people banging on about aeroplanes after spending more than a day couped up in one of those flying coffins (see photo).
If you want peace, quiet and clean, fresh air, go hide in a pub, I'd say!
I don't suppose, for a moment, that I'm going to get a wink of sleep tonight.
Maybe a nice, hot bath and a candle (for mood lighting, honestly!) would be the answer?
