Back in Bris for my birthday.

31.
Its been lovely. A time of walks and wisdom with nephew Will and Mum. A time to recuperate a little from the madness of work. Runs, reading, the ladeez and green tea. I feel refreshed.
After the toxing-up of the Friday night before flying back, I needed rejuvenation. A few of us trundled off to a party in the city – a friend of flatmates'. It was themed Heroes and Villains – I wore a rapier and a bandit’s mask – a la Zorro. Isk drove us, picking up Dave A on the way.
My mission was to get slightly pickled, to allay the pain of the hideously timed flight. Said flight ended up being late by 45 mins so I hung out with Compton at the suitably-stuffed airport, drinking coronas and smoking rollies, as passengers lolled in the walkways.
Slowly perambulating through the arrivals gate, I wondered if I would ever get used to these red-eye flights which the Territory is so fond of....