'Home to Adelaide....'

Good morning all and I come to you direct from the most wonderful king size bed in the amazing house of the beautiful Heggie family in Adelaide and I feel like I've come home.

You must be thinking that there can't be much I can write about a simple flight from Brisbane to Adelaide, and you could be right.  But this is me remember and things always seem to happen to me...

So, yesterday I left you sitting in the airport sitting next to an walking Old Spice advert, drinking my beer and trying to eat half of my foot long Subway in a ladylike fashion and failing (next to fajitas, a Subway is a food group that should never be consumed on a first date as it is the messiest and most unattractive action known to man)  and it was soon time to board.  On we all got and I was wedged between to rather tall men, and as nice as they were (the man to my right immediately began eating a pie in the same way I ate my Subway.....add pie to the list) I spied the row of unoccupied seats behind and as soon as we had taken off, I gained permission from the cabin crew to move.

Lovely.  I sat and took the obligatory aeroplane window shots then the aisle seat what occupied by a man who was trying to escape a screaming child further down the plane.  I did feel for the child's mother as it was having am ear splitting  tantrum and a half.  So we carried on tearing through the skies and all of a sudden a rather elderly gentleman dressed in khaki began doing aeroplane stretching exercises in the aisle next to our seats, eventually holding on the the overhead lockers and thrusting his groin into the face of my travelling companion.

Well it was hard not to snigger and this caused me to make eye contact with the guy next to me, as he was making faces and desperately trying to stretch away from the groin....what ensued was a conversation with a rather drunk man about life (his) marriage (his) ex wife's (his) children (his) work (his and a little bit of mine) and I only managed to politely tear myself away from his riveting banter but cutting my fingernails.  Which was going well until one nail pinged off (as they so) and quite possibly landed in someones drink two rows down.

It worked though and soon peace was returned and we began our decent into Adelaide over the shores of Glenelg.  A very welcome sight indeed!

Then all I had to do was get my bag from the overhead locker (be careful as things may have moved in flight) and disembark.  Which would have been simple had someone not wedged their bag on top of mine and in the ensuing struggle with 3 burly 6ft Aussies looking on I managed to pull the bag free and drop it on the head of poor lady 3 rows down.  She screamed.  The plane went silent.  Everyone looked in our direction. I apologised and kept repeating 'it's not my bag, it's not my bag I'm sorry it's not my bag' Everyone still kept looking.  No-one spoke.  The owner of the bag kept quiet.  I got off the plane with the steward saying 'goodbye madam' (Madam!!!?? when did I stop being a miss and become a Madam) and continued to apologise to the poor woman who was now stuggling to get down the plane steps.  It would only happen to me.

And finally here I was!! The lovely Jenn had come to pick me up in her amazing yellow beetle and we got home to the ever welcoming Heggie household with hugs all round, Sue arrived and  there were even more and it was off to meet Helen and Tracey at my favourite place here - Seacliff Hotel.

Its a pub, in Seacliff with a sunset view to die for, it sets slap bang in the middle of the two most perfect palm trees.  Helen was there and more screamy hugs ensued and we took a beach walk along to Brighton with the sunset not looking to promising.  Then it came from nowhere at it was a stunner.  We all stood and marvelled in wonder, heading back to the pub to meet Tracey with more excitement and enjoy our first drink of many in this week together. Absent friends were toasted as always, and a special one to Theresa who was the reason I came here in  the first place and she introduced me to these wonderful ladies and their families who have taken me into their hearts.  And I love them all for it.

We finally got back home and after the first facetime with my boy since heading out I went to bed happy, doubley happy as I was in the hugest softest king size bed which after Winstons board like bed, was pure heaven!!

And I woke this morning as fresh as a daisy, rested, happy and contented after another skype call with my Vinnie, ready to start my homecoming in earnest! But more of that later in the next instalment, gotta keep you on your toes!!!

Until now faithful followers, you know the drill......

TTFN xxxx