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Ahhh, home. Going from land of wind and rain to land of rain and less smog.
I hate travelling. I am not a good traveller. On planes, I spend most of the flight in a state of low-level panic, escalating to motion-sickness in times of turbulence. I like being at the place I am going, but getting there is not one of my favourite things. Unless the trip takes less than, say, 1 hour. Which, in Australia, rarely happens if you're not going from one place to another in the same city.
Another plus of being home is that my digestive system has decided that, for the first time since we left, it is entirely happy. It's working on Adelaide time. Can't be that it is running on Adelaide water, since it perked up before I had drunk any, and I still haven't had any unfiltered Adelaide water. Maybe it has just got used to being exposed to decent drinking water. Or being in a hypoallergenic house instead of a stinky hotel room.
Well, not really hypoallergenic. We picked up my sister's cat after my plane got in, since we'll be looking after her while my sister is off on holidays for a week. I organised it all while I was away at the conference. Yay me. Poor little girl really hates her carry box - she cried all the way to our house until we let her out. Then she inspected where we put her litter tray, food, and liquid refreshment, and began to rub herself up against my SO. When he sat down, she got to his lap before I did. When I left this morning, she was ensconced under the spare room bed. I don't think I vacuumed all the way under there after we had her last time, so it probably smells safe.
Was a good trip - we did lots of schmoozing and sales groundwork, and the hotel breakfast bar was to die for. I could enthuse about the pancakes, waffles, eggs both poached and scrambled, bacon, sausages, fried tomatoes, sauteed mushrooms, hash browns, baked beans, four types of bread for toasting on the conveyor belt toaster, three or four types of milk on the cereal bar, croissants, danish pastries of several types, muffins, juice bar which included cranberry juice, fruit bar which included raspberry coulee and bircher muesli and yoghurt both flavoured and natural unsweetened, not to mention the various teas and good coffee, for pages and pages. But I won't. ;)
More reminiscences from this trip later - I really must put in an appearance at bridge tonight.
I hate travelling. I am not a good traveller. On planes, I spend most of the flight in a state of low-level panic, escalating to motion-sickness in times of turbulence. I like being at the place I am going, but getting there is not one of my favourite things. Unless the trip takes less than, say, 1 hour. Which, in Australia, rarely happens if you're not going from one place to another in the same city.
Another plus of being home is that my digestive system has decided that, for the first time since we left, it is entirely happy. It's working on Adelaide time. Can't be that it is running on Adelaide water, since it perked up before I had drunk any, and I still haven't had any unfiltered Adelaide water. Maybe it has just got used to being exposed to decent drinking water. Or being in a hypoallergenic house instead of a stinky hotel room.
Well, not really hypoallergenic. We picked up my sister's cat after my plane got in, since we'll be looking after her while my sister is off on holidays for a week. I organised it all while I was away at the conference. Yay me. Poor little girl really hates her carry box - she cried all the way to our house until we let her out. Then she inspected where we put her litter tray, food, and liquid refreshment, and began to rub herself up against my SO. When he sat down, she got to his lap before I did. When I left this morning, she was ensconced under the spare room bed. I don't think I vacuumed all the way under there after we had her last time, so it probably smells safe.
Was a good trip - we did lots of schmoozing and sales groundwork, and the hotel breakfast bar was to die for. I could enthuse about the pancakes, waffles, eggs both poached and scrambled, bacon, sausages, fried tomatoes, sauteed mushrooms, hash browns, baked beans, four types of bread for toasting on the conveyor belt toaster, three or four types of milk on the cereal bar, croissants, danish pastries of several types, muffins, juice bar which included cranberry juice, fruit bar which included raspberry coulee and bircher muesli and yoghurt both flavoured and natural unsweetened, not to mention the various teas and good coffee, for pages and pages. But I won't. ;)
More reminiscences from this trip later - I really must put in an appearance at bridge tonight.
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Personally I find the water of other cities lacks a certain robust body and bouquet, by one must admit, your tastes might vary. [1]
[1] After all, we don't have any taste buds left after drinking our H2O flavoured chlorine...
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It helps if you were raised on it. Having said that, Ballarat has the nicest water I've ever tasted (aside from ours at the farm of course). :)
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The filtered water at work makes the coffee taste different - not that the drugs I'm on don't make coffee taste like burnt mandarine peel to me, anyway ;)
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hotel breakfast. <wistful look>
adelaide water ... O_o
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