Arrived in one piece. Just.
I normally enjoy the banality of long haul flying and the self reflection that it brings. The chance to immerse yourself in a book or natter away to the bride are rare luxuries these days. Sadly this opportunity was denied.
We encountered a prolonged period of turbulence so bad that Natalie actually held my hand as opposed to how it normally plays out. The flight staff ceased service and the inflight entertainment broke down. When it the entertainment resumed it made me pine for the turbulence. Anyone who has willingly chosen to see This means war, John Carter and the Vow need no longer acknowledge me in the street. We are not from the same species. The movies were that bad they made me wish that any of the six infants seated in a four aisle radius would drown out the tripe on the screen.
Sadly my hotline to God seemed to have reconnected after malfunctioning during the tempest. Any maternal tendencies that Dr Ruiz was harboring after be exposed to a seemingly endless supply of calm, beautiful and obedient children from our Sydney escapades were shattered over the trip. At one stage she confided in me that she the remedy for children crying as one of our fellow passengers entered in their third hour of wailing without
a break in stride. The veins in her right arm as she clenched her fist and the look in her eye made me glad they choose that moment to switch on the fasten seatbelt sign.
We did survive and make it to our accommodation in Brooklyn. The welcoming sounds of the police sirens and motherf&cker as a verb, consonant and adjective in every conversation told us we were home. We had a fantastic time in Sydney and thank everyone for making time to see us.
Connors.
PS Congratulations to our good friends Daniel and Rosie on the birth of their daughter Isabella. At less than a month old she already has a more expansive diet than her Dad and clearly her Mother's good looks. Well done team!
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