The reason for our southern venture was Grandad's birthday, and in a Brisbane hospital an unsuspecting Grandad lay waiting. Lay waiting with two brand new, shiny, stainless steel knees very freshly replaced.
A ticket had been purchased for Sally, but in the past week with much talk of visiting hospitals and having to be on best behaviour, she suggested it would be for the best if she stayed home with Dad. "I just can't promise I'll be able to be good enough or quiet enough" were her words. I didn't argue.
I knew I had enough to contend with...
The second great excitement of the day was a phone call that we could not be met at the airport and would have to catch a cab to the hospital. "This day just can't get any better," Wallace declared. First plane ride and now first taxi ride! Woohoo!
This sign en-route to the hospital brought a chuckle.
Sunday saw us back at the airport. With seating at a minimum, fortunately we're not fussy where we eat. Running into quite a media throng at one of the arrival lounges, we decided to hang around and see what all the fuss was about. Upon overhearing that Kevin Rudd was about to arrive, we moved on. As Jess commented "I didn't think he was famous anymore".