Monday, 15 February 2010
Final Entry
We arrived in London Heathrow at just before 5.30am, Saturday 13th January (please ignore some of the dates that are coming up at the head of each log as they are wrong. The correct dates are ones in the actaul log entry). By the time we got through customs, we had time for a coffee before Dave arrived a;long with Lucy who had asked if she could go with him. We got a big hug from Lucy in the carpark before returning home. We had been so loooking forward to the new bathroom but this quickly turned into a disppointment when I first saw it as I was led to believe it was finished but there were lots of finishing touches still to do.
I spoke to my Dad who sounded awful. He didn't appear to 'with it' at all but he said that he had taken a steroid tablet and would be better as the afternoon wore on. We went to the football match and after calling the blog, missingswindonmatch.com, maybe I should have re-named it as I was home in time for the game against Swindon and din't miss it after all thanks to Dave bringing me home from London in time for kick-off. It was a good game, a 2-2 draw. I took Dave and his sons home and Peter and I went to see Dad as I was concerned about him after the earlier phonecall. He looked dreadful, almost grey and could hardly speak due to being so breathless. He kept insisting that the steroid would kick in eventually despite it being 4am when he took it. I suggested that he should go to hospital but he wasn't too keen on the idea. We eventually persuaded him that he would be better off in hospital and he agreed to go. He was unable to even walk to the car and we had to call an ambulance. He is currently in the Halifax Infirmary being looked after.
I later checked the central heating boiler and noticed that the water pressure was well down almost to bar zero. I topped it up a little but it still didn't seem to be registering. On Sunday morning there was water leaking through the kitchen ceiling. I called Steve, the bathroom fitter who had to remove some of the kitchen ceiling to try and locate the leak. Whilst he was convinced that it would be from the shower waste pipe to the main waste, I was convinced that the central heating was the cause due to the lack of pressure in the system. With a large hole now evident in the ceiling, he located the leak....from a new connecting pipe leading to the new bathroom radiator !. Once fixed, we cleaned all the debris and threw it into the skip that is sat outside my garage door. Steve said he wasn't aware that we had a third car in the garage which I can't get out. Fortunately I can use Kath's for work tomorrow and we can call the skip hire company to remove the offending skip.
A plasterer will be coming tomorrow to re-board the ceiling and skim it, and there we were, thinking it would be complete by the time we got home. It may be later this week !
Thanks for reading the blog, we hope you have enjoyed it as much as we have enjoyed the holiday. Back to work tomorrow and this will soon be a dim and distant memory.
A & K



Friday 12th February 2010
Whilst seated at our breakfast table, another couple came to sit at the adjacent table. It was apparent from their accents that they were from Yorkshire and when Kath got into conversation with them, as inevitably happens, it transpired that they were from Meltham in Huddersfield. Kath told them that her brother lives in Meltham, “”What is his name”, enquired the man, “Mick Brammah”, replied Kath. “You’re not Jim Brammah’s daughter are you”, asked the man. “Yes”, said Kath. At this point the introduced himself as Peter Mellor, known as Charlie, along with his wife, Margaret. He worked with Kath’s father in the fire service for many years and goes out with her brother every Wednesday night to Meltham Liberal Club. It turned out that Kath’s father, Jim, looked after him when he first joined the fire service and Jim even saved his life one day at a mill fire when he shouted to everyone to get out quick just before a fireball ripped it‘s way through the room they had been standing in. Peter attended at Jim’s funeral after he died three years ago and Kath asked if he recalled someone doing a reading of a poem about firemen at the service. He did at which pointed to me and said, “ that was Andrew, my husband”. We sat and discussed things in general before wishing them a happy holiday in Australia and saying our goodbyes.
We didn’t have to check out of the room until 4pm and it was a hot sweltering day with plenty of sunshine so we decided that we would sit by the hotel room for some of the day. As I went to find out exactly where the pool was and see if there any sun-loungers available, I bumped into Pater and Margaret again. They had decided to sit by the pool until 1pm when they were going on a 4 hour trip to the east coast and Changi Prison. We spent the rest of the morning with them, drinking Coca-Cola at $S10 a can (over £4.50).
We remained by the pool until it was time to vacate the room after which we again bumped into Peter and Margaret as they returned from their trip. We went out for a drink and some food to Harry’s Bar, just around the corner from the hotel before returning to the reception area to get changed before getting a taxi to the airport. This time we did say goodbye to them as they headed off for Raffles and a Singapore Sling or two. Hope they took plenty of money.
We arrived at the airport at around 9.30pm only to see that our flight was going to be delayed until at least 3.25am. It should have departed at 11.55pm. I didn’t fancy the prospect of a 3.5 hour wait and even that departure time wasn’t guaranteed. We made our way to the BA / Qantas check-in and decided that I would have to put on my best charm to try and get the flight changed as there was a Qantas flight leaving at 11.30pm to Heathrow. I explained to the ‘nice man’ that I had someone coming to London to collect us from the airport but he insisted that there was no availability on the earlier flight. “Everyone wants to change” he told me. I asked him if he liked football (they all do out here) to which he replied “Yes”. I said that if I couldn’t get on the earlier flight I would miss the football match that I was going to when I got home therefore it was very important. He agreed and went off to speak to someone else. His boss had by now joined him at the check-in desk and between them they agreed that we must change the flight to get to the football….success. By this time it was 10pm and we had to be at the gate for boarding at 10.30pm so it was a quick dash through security etc to the gate. I phoned Dave who is picking us up at Heathrow and told him that the flight had changed from BA to Qantas therefore if he saw that there would be a delay to our flight, to ignore it as we wouldn’t be on it.
As I type this, we are about 2 hours from London and all has gone well. I wonder what time the BA flight got away.
What a coincidence
Friday 12th February 2010
Whilst seated at our breakfast table, another couple came to sit at the adjacent table. It was apparent from their accents that they were from Yorkshire and when Kath got into conversation with them, as inevitably happens, it transpired that they were from Meltham in Huddersfield. Kath told them that her brother lives in Meltham, “”What is his name”, enquired the man, “Mick Brammah”, replied Kath. “You’re not Jim Brammah’s daughter are you”, asked the man. “Yes”, said Kath. At this point the introduced himself as Peter Mellor, known as Charlie, along with his wife, Margaret. He worked with Kath’s father in the fire service for many years and goes out with her brother every Wednesday night to Meltham Liberal Club. It turned out that Kath’s father, Jim, looked after him when he first joined the fire service and Jim even saved his life one day at a mill fire when he shouted to everyone to get out quick just before a fireball ripped it‘s way through the room they had been standing in. Peter attended at Jim’s funeral after he died three years ago and Kath asked if he recalled someone doing a reading of a poem about firemen at the service. He did at which pointed to me and said, “ that was Andrew, my husband”. We sat and discussed things in general before wishing them a happy holiday in Australia and saying our goodbyes.
We didn’t have to check out of the room until 4pm and it was a hot sweltering day with plenty of sunshine so we decided that we would sit by the hotel room for some of the day. As I went to find out exactly where the pool was and see if there any sun-loungers available, I bumped into Pater and Margaret again. They had decided to sit by the pool until 1pm when they were going on a 4 hour trip to the east coast and Changi Prison. We spent the rest of the morning with them, drinking Coca-Cola at $S10 a can (over £4.50).
We remained by the pool until it was time to vacate the room after which we again bumped into Peter and Margaret as they returned from their trip. We went out for a drink and some food to Harry’s Bar, just around the corner from the hotel before returning to the reception area to get changed before getting a taxi to the airport. This time we did say goodbye to them as they headed off for Raffles and a Singapore Sling or two. Hope they took plenty of money.
We arrived at the airport at around 9.30pm only to see that our flight was going to be delayed until at least 3.25am. It should have departed at 11.55pm. I didn’t fancy the prospect of a 3.5 hour wait and even that departure time wasn’t guaranteed. We made our way to the BA / Qantas check-in and decided that I would have to put on my best charm to try and get the flight changed as there was a Qantas flight leaving at 11.30pm to Heathrow. I explained to the ‘nice man’ that I had someone coming to London to collect us from the airport but he insisted that there was no availability on the earlier flight. “Everyone wants to change” he told me. I asked him if he liked football (they all do out here) to which he replied “Yes”. I said that if I couldn’t get on the earlier flight I would miss the football match that I was going to when I got home therefore it was very important. He agreed and went off to speak to someone else. His boss had by now joined him at the check-in desk and between them they agreed that we must change the flight to get to the football….success. By this time it was 10pm and we had to be at the gate for boarding at 10.30pm so it was a quick dash through security etc to the gate. I phoned Dave who is picking us up at Heathrow and told him that the flight had changed from BA to Qantas therefore if he saw that there would be a delay to our flight, to ignore it as we wouldn’t be on it.
As I type this, we are about 2 hours from London and all has gone well. I wonder what time the BA flight got away
Friday, 12 February 2010
Singapore Tour and Night Out at Raffles





Thursday, 11 February 2010
Arrived in Singapore
Wednesday 10th February 2010
Part 1 at Sydney Airport
I’m writing this whilst having a coffee waiting for the flight. When I awoke, I thought, this is it, the last few hours in Aussie and the sun is cracking the flags, beautiful day. Typical after all the rain we have had recently. We tried to book the taxi for 1.30pm for a 4.30pm flight but the company insisted on picking us up at mid-day. Hang on a minute, who is telling who here, if I want a taxi at 1.30pm, that is the time we will have one, not when it is convenient to them. They no doubt had a pick-up at that time and thought they could us drop us off and save a journey. I asked Chris to phone back and tell them, which he did. The owner ended up coming out and making a special journey but isn’t that what taxi’s do. I am after all paying $59 for this service.
After breakfast, I went for a walk along Manly Beach and into town to do a bit of last minute shopping. Down by the Wharf, I spotted a young couple in their early 20’s looking at the ferry times. I asked if they were going to use the ferry to which they said yes. I gave them our two tickets which are still valid until 0600hrs tomorrow as we would no longer need them. They were very appreciative especially when I told them they could the ferry all day for nothing and go where they wanted.
Walking back along the beach, the sand was strewn with small bluebottles, jellyfish with long blue tentacles. I didn’t want to stand on one of those just before we set off. We showered and changed and had an uneventful drive back to here at Sydney Airport. The Qantas flight to Changi, Singapore, sets off in less than an hour and is the through flight to Heathrow. Wouldn't fancy that without a stopover as it is 22 hours in the air plus the refuel time. They have have just called out our names over the tannoy to go to Gate 34. Kath is in a panic, they will just want to board us first with the wheelchair.
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
Further to my last
Forgot to metion, the footpaths on the promenade are divided into two lanes like a road, one direction on the right, the other on the left, really strange but stops the joggers (millions of them) from bumping into each other. Another great idea, no alcohol on the beach or promenade area or outside beachfront bars after a certain time and no smoking on the beach or promenade. It's $17, almost £10 for a pack of 20 cigarettes and they are talking of making it illegal to smoke anywhere in public with a 100% ban throughout Aussie.
Anyone need free tickets for the Sydney Ferry, mine don't expire 'till after tomorrow but I don't need them. Was going to offer them to some backpackers in the bar tonight until I realised they from Germany. I mentioned the war once but think I got away with it.
A day by the beach





Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Taronga Zoo, Sydney





Monday, 8 February 2010
7th February 2010 part 2





Hope you like the other pics including the ship that scared me half to death !
The night shots are experimental but fun to look at, hope you like them.
The things you can you do when you are bored !




A & K
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Raining Cats and Dogs





Saturday, 6 February 2010
Yet another day in Sydney














