This morning Mat rose early, and along with Amy, Pauline and Madonna, headed off to pick up the hire cars. I awoke a little bit later with a burning throat. I tried to speak (although to no one in particular) and found my voice had become incredibly hoarse. Feeling like crap, I decided the best thing was to go to sleep again for another hour.

After I eventually got up, showered and packed, I looked for the room keys so I could hand them in upon checkout. I had one, but couldn’t find the other, even though I’d seen it only minutes before. Knowing then it could only be amongst my stuff (Mat’s bag had been packed since the previous night) I ripped open my bag and immediately unpacked everything. I went through item by item, until the entire bag had been packed again. I started stressing out that I couldn’t find the room key, and searched the entire unit again. I searched my bag, our video camera bag, our day pack, everything. But nothing. Until…

I picked up my handbag, and found the missing card underneath it!

Argh!! So greatly annoyed, yet so greatly relieved, I then grabbed all my stuff ready to head down to Mum’s room. As I walked out the door, Amy rung to say they had the cars and would only be a few minutes away (well, that’s what I heard anyway, turned out she’d said something like fifteen minutes). I rung Mum as well as Aunty Sue to let them know, and we all met outside a few minutes later. We stood just out the front door, in the freezing wind, with our bags. By the time Amy and Pauline arrived, we’d been there for about twenty minutes. At one point though I’d gotten the others to look after my stuff, and raced across to the Walgreens Chemist across the road, and picked up some throat lollies. My head was starting to feel clogged, I was incredibly fatigued, and my throat was on fire. It appeared I’d lost my battle against catching a cold. Continue reading →