In the words of the proverb, 'all good things must come to an end', and for me, that meant flying back to the UK on Monday. Whilst I am happy to be seeing family and friends again I was (and am) desperately sad to say goodbye to Sydney and our friends there.
I checked in my masses of luggage and even managed to persuade Virgin Atlantic to take four cases into the hold instead of three and headed to the lounge to catch up on emails and do some work.
I started with the emails to family and friends and replied to our cousin Hugh who had sent an email last week expressing empathy with our feelings about leaving, having done the same from Canada a few years previously. In my reply I said, 'I am in the lounge in Sydney wishing it was you flying me any part of today's flight'.
I got on with some work. I even managed to get quite engrossed in it and glanced at my watch thinking I would have maybe fifty minutes until the flight was called so ought to get it finished.
Whereupon, I heard the words 'I heard we had a very important passenger today'. And there he was! Hugh, in uniform, to fly me home.
Naturally, I did what I always do in moments of high emotion. I screamed and burst into tears!
Hugh took me to the cockpit to meet the Captain and crew who would be flying me home. I even got to press a few buttons and listen to the pre flight briefing.
These are the pics.
|Happy do you think? Always keeping those emotions in check!|
|Steve the Captain. Notice how I am grasping my hands so I don't press anything by accident.|
|In prime position. I did wonder what the other passengers might think when they boarded the plane, especially those who saw my sobbing on Hugh's shoulder in the lounge.|
|My new wheels (and wings).|
|Isn't she beautiful.|
So, goodbye Sydney, hello London.