Today we left Melbourne, bound for home. Days disappear too fast on holidays – so much to do and see-always something new to experience .
Muse One- A plastic container means you can have your cake and eat it too
Le Bon (cake shop of Acland Street, St Kilda fame ) slices travel well as hand luggage on a plane. Tonight the boys who were left behind on the girl’s trip are munching on peppermint, caramel and chocolate slices . Next time I will know I can pack more :))
Muse Two – Ignorance is bliss!
Poker machines have no rhyme nor reason. We each donated to the casino the price of a Tuesday movie ticket. Our machine, despite ringing loudly and having a little smiley emoticon banging a gong many times, paid out about $2 which we re-donated (if there is such a word). It wasn’t til we had fed our notes in that we realised the machine had no instructions about winning combos, least none we could see. Others nearby had similar machines and seemed to be cursing when they missed combinations that were not wins. Least we never experienced that disappointment as we never had any inclination of what was a winner combination.
Muse Three –
Either check your boarding gate well prior to departure or don’t wear a swing style skirt.
Unfortunately our flight departed from gate 28, a tarmac entry by stairs…..in this day and age why so archaic?? Steps are never my friend. Not only did I have to carry my **ahem 10kg ** luggage bag and handbag (somewhat laden as well ) up but I had to cope with stairs you can see through ( accenting height, something I find a little disturbing) . In my hand I had my boarding pass. All was going well, I was calm moving up the stairs, the travel was slow meaning I had longer to ‘enjoy’ the slight movement of the stairs in the light wind gusts. Then, I felt the wind whirl around my skirt. Now I had one hand on the rail gripping tightly with fear, one hand holding my skirt down and the entry line begins moving again…which hand to remove from its job was my dilemma . Skirt , safety, leave bag behind on step hoping someone would drag it up cause its in their way ( least likely lol) . Choosing wisely (safety and baggage) I gusted onto the top landing of the stairway…able to hold skirt now with no railing support at this stage. I stumbled onto the plane not wanting to have to stand outside any moment longer than I had to and was greeted by the crew member telling me he couldn’t read my seat number cause I was holding my pass the wrong …all said with smile of course 🙂
Muse Four – A late queue joiner and her under seat leg room are soon parted
Those that look silly lining up to board a plane the moment it is announced to do so are maybe not so silly. They are the ones that have their huge luggage in the overhead lockers and leg space for the journey. Today we adopted the ‘If you can’t beat them join them!’ and enjoyed luggage free leg room.
Back home, now it’s time to unpack my shopping souvenirs .