Sunday of my Life

Melbourne Airport - Big one day, crowded the next

Today saw Peta’s departure to England for the next twelve months (or so, we’re not really sure). Much as I may bitch about her, fight with her, basically be a typical sibling to her… she’s still my sister, and I’m still going to miss her. My family are one of the most important things in my life; even my father, with whom I have many issues. I miss Peta like crazy, and I only watched those frosted glass doors of the international departures lounge close behind her two hours and fifteen minutes (and 37 seconds) ago.

No comment: And no photos. Bill, I said no photos. I hate photos of me being taken. No photos. Look, I said no damn photos. Take another photo of me and I’ll either break your camera or your face; your choice.

Yes, very helpful: I’m a professional worrier as it stands. Thankyou for your lurid accounts of pieces falling off international airliners. I needed that little addition to my day.

Don’t flaunt: Here’s the group of us, and those doors have just shut like the crack of doom. Don’t you dare flaunt your end-of-trip happiness in our faces. Part of our lives has just left. We don’t need that.

World of chocolate, part 1: Oooh… a store named World Of Chocolate. Must visit there before we leave.

Makudonuradu: Mmmm… greasy lumps of over-processed pseudo-nutrition.

The order of the day: Meal, dessert, coffee, cookie, doughnut, vomit.

Murderous intent: Bill. You may be my Aunt’s… whatever. But please note the murderous look on my face and that of my sisters. See it? Good. Shut up. We don’t need your contributions.

The Black Gate: All of us, standing in a group. Peta in the fore, staring into the glaring lights of the open departure lounge doors. She turns back to look at us once more, picks up her back, and says to us softly, “For Frodo.” CHAAAAAARRRRGE!

Clang: It’s a whole other world in the international departures lounge. Those doors close… very definately.

The plane, Boss: That’s her gate there. There’s her plane. Wave bye-bye now boys and girls; we’re going home.

World of chocolate, part 2: Oh, meant to get something from there. Not hungry anymore, all of a sudden. Funny that.

Incomplete: The supermarket. The overhead muzak. Peta’s favourite song. No, you’re not going to cry in the middle of the store. Not again, anyway.

Very public privacy: See the last note? I didn’t succeed.

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