Postcard from Singapore

Written 26/05/08.

If you are reading this, I am not dead. I am happily in the heat and humidity of Singapore and you know how I love the heat. Actually, if you hear that Australia's and Qantas' worst airline disaster has happened and all have been lost in a crash into the Timor Sea, I may well be dead. This facility for writing posts in advance could be a dangerous thing. These could be my last words.

Missing youse all.

I won't miss.....

Up, up and away in my beautiful, beautiful 747 (ok, that doesn't work well).

Talk of petrol prices, although that may be a brief respite until we get to the UK. I won't understand Singaporeans whinging about petrol prices.

Talk of that photographer and those photos

PM Rudd talking

Lindy Burns at ABC Melbourne

Talk of Sam Newman

Tram track resconstruction

Talk of the lack of rain

Melbourne car traffic congestion and public transport moans

Crowded Swanston Street, although that is a bit of a joke when we are going to Singapore and London

What I will miss is Little Jo who will be walking by the time we return, my internet, blog reading and most of all, my blog mates.

I bid you adieu.