Malibu Martini Moment

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Celebrate good times, come on! It is Tuesday, two Malibu Martinis, I’m in a warm and fuzzy memory loop. On this day 16 years ago the temperature at Birmingham International Airport was a chilly 6oC. We had spent the previous week getting our apartment ready to be rented out fully furnished and hosting a family day and a kitchen clearing party. Friends and family rummaged through our drawers and cupboards sadly filling carrier bags. We were greeted in departures by our close friends and too many tears.

KLM had a special offer on its business class flights, we had 96kg of checked in luggage plus double the 18kg hand luggage allowance. As we were moving to the other side of the world we took full advantage of the deal – camera bags, handbags, umbrellas, coats, briefcases, boxes of chocolates and yes, hats with corks; 12 pieces of cabin baggage each.

The expression on the face of the of the check-in staff was priceless, as you can imagine they did not know anything about the the offer so promptly took a copy of the KLM notification we had received. It was a challenge to relinquish our trolley before clearing passport control, thankfully the lounge had plenty of storage.

The other passengers did not have much carry on baggage and the cabin crew saw the funny side of our gargantuan predicament, they assisted us onboard, up the stairs and stowed our personal belongings. On this flight we were travelling light, the furniture, pictures and objet d’arts had left the UK two weeks earlier with Pickfords.

Cheers chink, clink here’s to 30oC in Singapore.

Flamingos in the mist

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After a break of only one week I have found it incredibly difficult to get back into the swing of life in Sydney. The memory of our vacation in the uncomplicated, tropical Winter climate of Port Douglas stands in stark contrast to the daily routine of (relative) cold, traffic and gym based exercise life to which I have returned.

Making sense of the polarised forces at work have highlighted what a cluttered life I lead, holding on to too much emotionally and physically. It is no wonder that I feel sluggish as I haul the baggage of my past around with me. I stand facing a barricade of feelings and possessions that I need to clear from my path.