Four Months

I must admit that it’s such a cliché using the expression ”Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun?” but it is rather difficult to express one’s amazement at the apparent short time one has been active with a particular project (in our case, ‘life’), yet the calendar shows it to be a tad more than four months!

Yes, Christmas Day night/ Boxing Day morning 25/26th December – I am still confused, as our flight touched down, taxied towards the terminal and disembarkation of the passengers all commenced, as far as we were  concerned, it was already Boxing Day, yet the rubber stamps on our passports, which were clearly executed well after midnight (ie: on 26 December) are stamped 25th. On the 25th we were still “airside” of passport control – just wondering. If that is the case, we landed at 23:59:00-ish on 25 December – you can’t cut it much finer! The main thing is I will always remember where I spent most of Christmas Day 2013: Answer in the air over the Southern Atlantic as a (paying) guest of Qantas.

So, to put the matter to bed once and for all, let’s go with the rubber stamps, and use 25. as the date of our landing on silver fern territory. It’s a far neater number, and, into the bargain, the 25th sort-of represented a new beginning for every month, as we used to get monthly salaries paid on the 25th (what expression did you use – I encountered  the ‘Ghost would walk’, the ‘Pie-maker would chuck out the crusts’.