[m i a o w] the cat

This sucks. I have left our lovely house behind. Goodbye cats. Goodbye M - who got up like a gladiator to drive me to the train at 5am. It was totally sad and surreal. Surely I will go back there? We dropped the price of the house yesterday - but the website is acting up and I can’t update it. Anyway, we are…I won’t say desperate, but I will say EAGER to sell and get on with our lives - and if we have to do it with a little less money than we orginally thought, bugger it. We don’t care. I am at Brisbane Airport having totally forgotten what time my flight was - I thought it was 11am, and so busted my butt to get here and ran panting up to the counter.
This isn’t JetStar, this is Qantas. JetStar is further down.
So I raced back the way I’d come and sweated at the behind the desk, who looked down her nose, told me that JetStar don’t fly to Melbourne, they fly to Avalon, and that there was no 11am flight, I must be mistaken. I was about to mistake my arm for a tennis raquet and her head for ball, but I breathed deep, thrust my drivers license at her and told her to tell me when my flight was. It’s at 12.55pm. And so I wait. Berefty bear. Rash popping up all over my arms, hands…gah.