Happy “empty plane” Day!

Today my flight leaves for Australia with out me! I have officially overstayed my welcome in the UK, eaten out their collective figurative fridges, and ratted through cupboards looking for ginger hobnobs. I am not sure even exactly when the flight leaves. It is a bit like the film Sliding Doors, with one half of my possibilities flying off into the sunset without me, only I am going to be the long haired Gwyneth Paltrow cause short hair doesn’t suit me overly. I will lump returning-home-Tangles with short hair. So she is shorn, jobless and homeless, while I am here gainfully employed, warmly housed and with a healthy head of hair. Bit of a no-brainier, really, isn’t it? What would you have done?

It does mean, however, that if worst comes to the worst and I find myself pennyless, sleeping under London bridge and unable to pay for my flight home, I will have to juggle for money and that could get ugly. Let hope it doesn't come to that, huh?