From the departure lounge

Well, here we are at the Brisbane international terminal.

I am more relaxed than I've been in a year, my liver hurts, I'm pretty sure the hangover from this holiday will last a good week, and I have spent a shiteload (mostly at a bar called the pig and whistle - a nice, oh, 2 1/2 minute walk from the hotel).

I have no idea what has been happening in New Zealand (I'm gonna go look now). I do know that some Australian politician died.

I missed my mobile for the first day. I don't now - I'm considering getting rid of it.

All in all - a bloody good holiday. But thank God the family doesn't get together all that often. Seriously, my liver won't cope. Nor will my sanity.