we headed to the airport after a few birthday drinks on friday night. about half way to heathrow, my overactive bladder kicked in, and i had to get off the tube to pee. i was freaking out, worried it would put us out, delay the journey - despite the fact we had over two hours to check in. i was worried also, as i'd tried to check in online earlier that day, but kept getting an error message... not cool. we were hoping to get a sneaky birthday upgrade, but i wanted to check us in early - just in case. when we finally made it to the airport and checked in, i dropped the old upgrade bombshell, and was met with a smile. "well of course we can upgrade you! our premium economy tickets are an extra 399 pounds each" *huge smile* needless to say, no upgrade was received.





the next 22 odd hours are one tired memory. don't ask me what films we watched; i have no idea. there were a ton i wanted to watch, but didn't watch any of them. we flew seven or so hours to dubai, then another 13 or so to melbourne. in melbourne we cleared customs, re-checked our bags, and headed to adelaide. when we left london, it was friday night. when we arrived in adelaide, it was sunday morning, and we'd barely had five hours sleep between us. we were shattered. we met my mum, and made our way 'home'. after a quick catch up with the folks and a desperate new sim card run, we grabbed a coffee with my aunt and uncle before finally giving in to a nap in the late afternoon. we woke a few hours later to the delicious scent of a roast dinner in the air. my clever mum had produced a giant roast for my homecoming meal, and I was too bloody tired to savour it completely. it was amazing though, that i do remember. (it was kangaroo, if you're interested. boyfriend loved it, and yes - he knew what he was eating!)




day one was bloody tiring.