Just woke up in my own bed after 3 weeks interstate. Bliss... but gear grinding?


Brother picked me up at the airport. Standing outside at Williamtown, having walked down near the departure entrance because every man and his dog tries to get picked up in the one pick up/drop off bay at the arrival exit.

He calls me says he's just left Macca's car park and be there in a min. Said you can't miss me because there's no one at all in the first bay, just me. Sweet. Home time soon. 5 minutes later he calls me. Can't see me. Has done two laps.

Then asks "are you in the yellow pick up or the green one?" ****er drove down to Sydney to get me.