Ping goes my phone. It is my Google door bell camera detecting someone. Ho hum another delivery man, I think but as I tune in I see a man in a gas mask and orange overalls thumping at our front door some 5000 km away. For a second I think this is a bad joke and then I see smoke swirling in the background.
The dramas started much earlier with a midnight text from Qantas to announce that today’s 11am flight has been cancelled. Deja vu as only 3 weeks ago we had 2 flights cancelled. I shake my head in disbelief sand to wake up. Turning the light on I read and absorb the message carefully. Rebooked to a 3pm flight, that’s OK but hang on, what date? July 6th, my sleep addled brain processes the information carefully. Yes it is today and only a 4 hour delay. I fire off some emails to adjust our check out and departure and drift off to sleep fitfully.
Fast forward to lunchtime sitting on the balcony of the Grand Hotel killing time waiting for our flight and the video of the fireman at our home. Quick thinking the closest to our house is my sister who lives 10 minutes away. A call and she’s off to investigate. In the meantime that’s long enough for my life partner to spin out of control with a million different action plans. Each time, quelling my own anxiety, I urge her to wait until we have more information. Luckily the fireman rings Suzanne and it’s next door. Our house is undamaged. We are relieved beyond belief.
Seven hours after we were supposed to arrive in Cairns we are here. It’s been a long day with cancelled flights and delayed flights but we are here, home intact. If these first world problems are as bad as it gets then we are lucky people.
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As the humble caretaker of your abode whilst you are away , Iām so grateful of the outcome. š š®āšØ