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In the airport waiting for my flight. The original flight was cancelled for some reason, and my replacement flight (via Sydney instead of direct) is running late. I'm not happy, in fact I'm darn upset. I'd arranged to meet my sister for dinner, since I haven't seen her since Christmas, and the original flight would have got me into Brisbane about an hour from now. I think. Anyway, the replacement flight gets me there at 8:25pm (or it's scheduled to, anyway), which is a bit too late for dinner.
It's an auspicious start to what I fully expect to be a clusterfuck of a bridge week. We're in a tea of five and we've been informed that the pair who have never played an entire week-long event, AFAIK, will be doing so. Every session. Which, while it means I get 1/3 sessions off, is going to be very bad for them and their play.
It's an auspicious start to what I fully expect to be a clusterfuck of a bridge week. We're in a tea of five and we've been informed that the pair who have never played an entire week-long event, AFAIK, will be doing so. Every session. Which, while it means I get 1/3 sessions off, is going to be very bad for them and their play.
