So we got up at 0330 and flopped back into bed at 2130.  The rise-flop time being 30 hours of mostly flying.

I got pulled aside in Melbourne and thoroughly searched leaving more or less nothing untouched.  Random so they say….

Because the plane was full and we were at the end of the boarding queue the pilot was sitting there drumming his fingers on the dashboard, foot on the clutch.  Announcements “will Dr Henderson please get a finger out etc etc” echoing through the airport and, finally, 400 eyes on me when I walked down the isle.  The security dudes kindly repacked my case too, leaving more or less nothing organised.

We bought a little camera with (for heaven’s sake) “smile recognition”. Clearly doesn’t work.