All Praise The Nana

My Nan sent me US $50 in the mail yesterday - much appreciated and very timely! I am back in the sun-drenched climes of Melbourne (for those not familiar with the wonders of Melbourne weather, that was sarcasm). Got to see my dad for thirty minutes as he picked me up from the airport and dropped me off at work. I had organised with my boss that I would be in at about 3:15pm to catch up on some stuff with him, as he is away for the next two days. This didn't stop him from calling my mobile as I sat, three hours into my bus trip, somewhere in the vicinity of Noosa.

Boss: Hi

Me: [Forming my syllables with dangerous precision] Hel-lo

Boss: [Clears his throat like I should elaborate. I don't.] Um, where are you?

Me: Sitting on a bus somewhere in the vicinity of Noosa. Why?

Boss: Well it's almost 10am, I've been waiting for you to turn up at the office?

Me: [Can contain myself no longer - shriek piercingly] But I told you my plane doesn't get in 'til half past twoooooo

Boss: [Freaked out soothing voice he uses when he senses I'm about to combust] OK OK, no, sorry, I...never mind. I probably wrote it down somewhere. That's fine, I'll see you when you get in. I had it in my head you were arriving yesterday.

Me: [Wondering if you can die from excessive eye-roll] No. To-day. At 2:30. This afternoon.

Grumble grumble.
On other more exciting topics a huge CONGRATULATIONS and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to PGR who has passed his Phd and has become a Doctor of Grasslands (or something similar). Big Claps! Oh. And in further news, I was sent to the Death Clock by Dave and after spending a while figuring out how to convert my weight into pounds I have discovered that I shall by dying on Sunday the 14th of July, 2052. Hopefully I will have thought ahead and arranged to be somewhere idyllic. As of now I have 1,518,230,075 seconds to live.