I set off tomorrow (Adelaide time) and arrive on Monday morning (British time). Lucky me gets sent home in business class because I need to have my foot up, and apparently I'll have a little army of people to push me round different airports and push my bags too. I even get a special car to drive me from the airport to my front door.
It almost makes up for the weeks I'll have to endure a plaster cast.
Why does it always have to itch where I can't scratch?
Anyway, treat me gently as I have to go straight to the local hospital with jetlag to get my cast replaced.
After that... you and me get to party!
see you soon, crazy pupster