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Dad paid for our tickets today. We are going. It’s written in stone, and paid for with blood sweat and tears. Not Marks, not mine, but my poor self funded retiree parents. I hope they know what this means to us – it’s no ordinary gift, it’s the gift of a lifetime, and we know exactly how lucky we are.

It’s been a very long time since I have been a traveller, and I hope that Mark and I travel well together. He’s pretty easy going (and easily led), so hopefully we’ll both be able to take small hurdles in our stride.

Tomorrow I am having my first lesson in Vietnamese – Alf is taking me to lunch. If this is going to be my last week at TRS, I am determined to get out of the office for lunch every day. Emma came today, and left with a very garish new toy – very similar in many ways to Kris‘ new toy. I’m very proud of both of them, yet have no desire to follow in their footsteps.

Apparently lots of people want to buy “my” company. They have until Friday to submit an “expression of interest”, and on Friday afternoon the suits will decide if we have to turn up for work on monday or not. I have to admit to a sudden urge to book a pedicure for 9am Monday morning, but I do recognise that it would be petty. They own me, I might as well be good humoured about it.

Oh, and by the way – we were making money. We have a loyal, blue chip customer base, and the best view of any AppleCentre in Australia. We have a world class service centre, and possible the most smart mouthed sales person this side of the equator. If you’re looking for a business to invest in, drop me a line….

The picture is of the century plant we bought in Bellingen, on the way home from Heather and Hamish’s wedding. I planted it in a terracotta tub on the front doorstep, and this is how it looked after I watered it a couple of days ago.

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