thefuckoffkid

So I arrived safely back from Italy @ 6am Sunday morning here. (I left Trieste @ about 1pm on Friday, local time. This is the joy of air travel between Australia and Europe.)

Alitalia went on strike on the Thursday, and the group of us who'd been meeting in Trieste were under the impression that things had been resolved by Thursday evening. So when I got to Trieste airport ... uh-oh ... present my ticket only to be told the strike means Rome and Milan (my first destination) are still shut down. Fortunately, I get onto a plane to Munich, from there to Heathrow, and (6 hours in Heathrow later), from there to home.

Mid-afternoon for the next couple of days, the fatigue hits ... woooooozy ...

Back in the saddle now.

Here's a poem.

Come sit down beside me
I said to myself
And athough it doesn't make sense
I held my own hand as a small sign of trust
And together I sat on the fence.

*bows*

(It's by Michael Leunig.)