One Line A Day

As if it's not bad enough to have to come back to Australia, the universe mocks me with losing a whole day travelling back from the States and twists the knife by seating me next to a manspreading woman, who doesn't get the concept of personal space.

On the upside, the most adorable little girls befriended me in the departure lounge. Lola, who has cerebral palsy, and her little sister (who's name also starts with an L, but I couldn't quite understand what it was) had been to Disneyland and were showing off their Dory and Judy stuffed toy collection and telling me about their favourite rides (Dumbo was the big hit). Their visits throughout the flight made it a lot more bearable having to sit next to Mrs Personal Space Invader.