I’m not in Sydney. I’m down in Adelaide. I’ve gone away all by myself. But I won’t be lonely. I’m attending a blogging conference; my first one! And some of the bloggers attending the conference are known to me. I’ve been communicating with them via our blogs but we’ve never met and we’re looking forward to the opportunity this conference is giving us to get together.
I did tell everyone in my family I was going away for three days. I promise you I did. I even made sure the house was clean, the fridge and pantry were stocked and all laundry had been washed, sorted and put away. This morning I went into Archie’s room to say ‘goodbye’. ‘See you later, Archie. Can you make sure the dogs have plenty of water and they like a liver treat before they go to bed and you’ll find them in the cupboard under the pantry, okay?’
And Archie was lying in bed struggling to open his eyes and he looked at me all confused and said, ‘Where are you going?’
‘I’m going to Adelaide’.
‘How long for?’
‘Three days. I’ll be back Sunday night’.
‘Well what are we going to do for food’. And that made me smile. He’s missing me already.
‘You will remember that last night I cooked two roast chickens and we only ate one? Well you can reheat the one we didn’t eat for your dinner tonight. There are containers of beef curry with quinoa in the fridge that you can take to uni and there’s plenty of eggs and bread and juice for your breakfast. Best of British’.
He looked rather stunned. He’s not used to me bundying off-duty. He’ll have an interesting few days I’m sure.
I had the misfortune of traveling to Adelaide via Jetstar, a budget airline. Traveling with a budget airline is not enjoyable. From the moment I stepped into the terminal I saw red flags. People were everywhere, mostly in long lines queuing to check their bags. I found the end of the impossibly long line and half an hour later I managed to reach the head of the queue.
Then I had to go through security and was singled out for one of those bomb scans because I have that look about me.
Then over the loud speaker came the news that the flight was being delayed by half an hour. Then it was announced that due to a strong head wind the flight would take two hours instead of 90 minutes. Then we had to queue to board the plane with so many others I wondered if they had over-sold the seats.
I was wedged beside the window in a row of three and so hemmed in by the two enormous people next to me that I had no way of getting out. I would have to practise bladder control. Then there was an announcement that due to heavy flight traffic we would have to queue for our turn to use the runway. We sat for 30 minutes without moving.
It was a relief to finally be in the air. Internet wasn’t available during the flight, there was no in-house entertainment and the cafe menu was lean as in there was little to choose from.
Never mind; things could be worse; I could be at home making sure everyone had enough to eat.
So now I’m in a little studio apartment in the heart of Adelaide city about to head out for dinner to meat a dozen bloggers ahead of tomorrow’s Eat Drink Blog Conference. It should be fun.
And I’ll be keeping you ‘posted’!