Six year olds can be most inconsiderate.
Da Buddha came down with chicken pox last Thursday. Which meant that since we'd all been in contact with her since Tuesday, we were all at risk.
Which meant I couldn't go see any of my mates back in Adelaide (sorry Kathie! sorry Fanny!).
Instead my sis and I sat in her spa drinking champagne and bitching about inconsiderate six year olds.
There are worse ways to spend your time.
I flew back to Sydney on Friday night, but since I didn't have any spots at that stage I decided not to mention it to the flight staff. Hopefully I haven't started an epidemic. But I got to fly business class... courtesy of an old school chum I haven't seen in twenty years who was working the check in counter. Top banana. Apparently I haven't changed much at all in 20 years. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.
Anyway. Just thought I'd keep y'all updated.
I'll get back to scratching now. Just kidding.