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Well, we got Bon off to the airport safely.
Bon's first words upon being woken up at four in the morning and told to "get ready, let's go" were along the lines of "wha'? eh? wassat? hmm?"
She actually looked quite frightened. Probably because she wasn't aware that such a time as 4am actually existed. She told me later that she thought it was 8 o'clock and we were dragging her off to lacrosse practice. This explains that why she went into a bit odd when she looked at the time. She clutched her doona, huddled into the bed, and stared at us with large, tragic eyes, demanding a reason or she wouldn't budge.
"Reason?" said our beautiful Lizzie. "Reason? Oh yes, it's here somewhere...." whereupon she presented Bon with her ticket.
Bon got out of bed surprisingly fast, after that. Later on she demanded to know who was involved and was heard to wail "It's a conspiracy!" numerous times, as well as asking a thousand questions.
"Do my parents know?"
"Yes!"
"Does my boss know?"
"Yes!"
"Does....does Bec know?"
"Yes!"
"Maighdie?"
"Yes!"
"Amatullah?"
"Well...no...."
"A-ha!"
Lizzie got everything together and drove us to the airport, whereupon Bon's flight was exactly on time and she boarded looking a bit nervous (but I'm sure she's fine). We bid her adieu, hugged her farewell, and returned home, whereupon Lizzie slept for some time and I ate my way through her Terry Pratchett books.
Anyway, I think we should all worship Lizzie because she organised all of this and put in an extra $100 when people couldn't cough up in time and rang up various peoples and everything. So....Lizzie worship commencing now. Yay!
Bon's first words upon being woken up at four in the morning and told to "get ready, let's go" were along the lines of "wha'? eh? wassat? hmm?"
She actually looked quite frightened. Probably because she wasn't aware that such a time as 4am actually existed. She told me later that she thought it was 8 o'clock and we were dragging her off to lacrosse practice. This explains that why she went into a bit odd when she looked at the time. She clutched her doona, huddled into the bed, and stared at us with large, tragic eyes, demanding a reason or she wouldn't budge.
"Reason?" said our beautiful Lizzie. "Reason? Oh yes, it's here somewhere...." whereupon she presented Bon with her ticket.
Bon got out of bed surprisingly fast, after that. Later on she demanded to know who was involved and was heard to wail "It's a conspiracy!" numerous times, as well as asking a thousand questions.
"Do my parents know?"
"Yes!"
"Does my boss know?"
"Yes!"
"Does....does Bec know?"
"Yes!"
"Maighdie?"
"Yes!"
"Amatullah?"
"Well...no...."
"A-ha!"
Lizzie got everything together and drove us to the airport, whereupon Bon's flight was exactly on time and she boarded looking a bit nervous (but I'm sure she's fine). We bid her adieu, hugged her farewell, and returned home, whereupon Lizzie slept for some time and I ate my way through her Terry Pratchett books.
Anyway, I think we should all worship Lizzie because she organised all of this and put in an extra $100 when people couldn't cough up in time and rang up various peoples and everything. So....Lizzie worship commencing now. Yay!