Friday

No-one can say that at least part of the plan didn't work. I had The Great K at the airport in plenty of time to make his flight to Sydney. It was a pleasant drive down the Motorway and much faster than I had dared hope - so fast that he was going to have time to have something to eat and drink, at a very relaxed and leisurely pace, and still not be anywhere near boarding time.

M, on the other hand, was going to be able to do that in Sydney as her flight was delayed/deferred/cancelled/postponed/something like that -and she ended up being flown into Brisbane and then bussed to the Gold Coast Airport from there. What should have been a fairly eary return turned into 8pm - after a 2pm start to travelling. Unfortunately even though she was on her way, early, to the airport when the text came to say her flight was delayed, she was unable to get on an earlier flight.

So, the fill in the time between the departure and arrival, I took myself off to Currumbin and found a cafe/restaurant across the road from the beach which made a great coffee, and tapas, and caught up on some writing, reading and general relaxation. It was, simply, marvellous and I will have to get S and M down this way at some point. M knows the place and was surprised to hear that it is open in the evenings but this is only a new development - only last week in fact.

Ah well, I guess that means it's true what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men and that it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good and that too many cooks spoil the broth. They say that for each adage there's an equally apt "other" one eg "too many cooks spoil the broth" and "many hands make light work" and while this might seem like a good and fair thing, it can be confusing to the rest of us.