Our last few hours in Australia. The plane leaves at 19:20. Well, it did leave I suppose, but without us. It wasn’t meant to be. Instead, I spent the day in hospital with a really unpleasant urinary tract infection. At some stage it even felt like giving birth… Poor Peter suffered with me as he stayed with me all the time while Bill looked after the boys and packed all our stuff (and more) still hoping we’re going to make it. When I was transferred to hospital I could hardly walk, by the time I left I felt almost 80 percent again. There must have been something out there that wanted us to stay.
Before the morphine…
… and after…
No, joke. It was the other way around… 🤔
Next flight will be on Friday, 26th, so three days later.