So..........
All packed up in my little suitcase, 19 kilos of shorts, skids, tees, hoodies and hooves......It's really happening!
Out for a last pint today with my workmates, bet they'll sure be glad to see the back of me and my office rants for a month. Is Australia really ready for another authentic Whinging Pom?
Just sorting out my iPad with more stuff to take my mind off the flight. Do you get wifi on planes? Not on Qantas you don't, apparently..... bugger. So signing up to Netflix and Lovefilm for the flight was....... what's that quaint old phrase? As much use as tits on a bull......more games needed, I think!
So, taking a little more proper reading matter with me than planned...... For the sake of anyone who actually gets to read this, Dan Walsh has just gone in the bag so hopefully my writing might improve, not to the standard of the eloquent manc of course, but a spot of inspiration might make this blog just a tad less dreary!
Wayne's upgrading her suitcase to make space for all those little tastes of England that Phillip has requested..... PG Tips, paxo stuffing, bisto gravy..... I'm sure he'd have asked for a crate of IPA if he thought he'd get away with it.....I would! At last count, she's up to a four-wheel trailer with a tarp, suspension and a lighting board. It's only a question of time before we're talking HGV...
On that bombshell, it's half twelve and time, I think, for bed. Two sleeps to go!
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