Wednesday 21st November
We weren't far south of Sydney when we came across the enormous bank of cloud heralding our arrival into the state of Victoria. The Sydneysiders are unanimous in their distaste for the Melbourne weather and on first impression I'd have to agree.
We glanced at one another as the plane dropped beneath the clouds. It looked exactly like the approach to Manchester airport, complete with driving rain and poor visibility and a pilot in a sort of apologetic tone of voice. The outside temperature was fourteen degrees. We didn't pack the the right sort of clothes for fourteen degrees.
"God, it's Ringway" I said to Darren, a term they used to use for Manchester airport, though I haven't heard it said in ages.
"I'm just scanning for the roof of John Lewis at Cheadle and the M56. What a bloody nightmare"
And then I remembered we're going home in January and I felt sick.
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That sounds just like the conversation Kath and I had as we landed in Sydney!
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