Hubby, in disbelief: "are you still following that bloody Malaysia air thing?"
Me: "get off my phone."
Must learn to delete search history...
But incidentally yes, I'm following it. Might get that valium still. Only might be a problem looking after bub when on valium?
One week left, stopping by Sydney again then destination Europe.
Bub usually wakes up between 4 and 5 am. Today she woke up at 6.30. 6.30! Was giddy with excitement. 6.30 is extreme sleep in these days.
We hatched this brilliant plan to pack our bags, our umbrella stroller, and our bub a few days before taking off to Europe - and staying with friends in Sydney.
Because obviously can't do four hour drive on same day as flight.
Have called friends and looked into train tickets. Suddenly realization. Hang on. What about cot? Cot for baby to sleep in? Baby? This baby? Oh yeah.
Travel undeniably harder with bub in tow.
But worth it!
Hijacked? Er, ok. Would never have been my first guess but... I don't know, it somehow feels less frightening than the notion that a plane can simply disintegrate midair. Not, of course, if one were on plane when being hijacked.
In other news have managed to give self severe case of conjunctivitis. How, I kept asking myself, could this have happened? Then it dawned on me. Forgot to change contacts this month. Buuuuuugger. First time in 17 years. Reward; red itchy eyes into which hubby now has to administer eye drops while I gratefully shout hurry the f... up ok!
There has been a possible sighting of debris. And an attempt to deny previous information about plane having turned around for inexplicable reason. Because inexplicable. So... debris turns up exactly where it should be, after being missed for five days by entire rescue operation. And black box signal? Nah.
Oh.my.god.
Tearing my hair out. Wishing I had some organic bananas from Byron Bay.
Hubby thinks I should get over it and above all, stop talking about it. The plane, not the bananas.
Maybe need valium again?
Cooking only organic for bub. Of course.
It's proving difficult at times. The "organic" shelf at woolies in Batemans Bay had mouldy corn, mushrooms on the verge of being inedible, and some... carrots. Bub doesn't have carrots.
Was fuming. Enough to forget about air disasters for five minutes.
What is going on here? People care nothing for their own health or that of their children, but shit like Kim Kardashian and who wins Big Brother - is important?
It's craaaazy I tells ya.
I'm sure going to appreciate the beautiful organic produce we have available to us in the northern rivers when we get back.
Unless our flight disappears on the way.
When are conspiracy theories branded as such, and who says it sounds more reasonable to say something like;
"The plane is missing. We acknowledge that planes cannot disappear from radar. We acknowledge that planes simply do not disintegrate into smithereens (in much the same way skyscrapers don't?). We acknowledge the black box transmission has been lost, even though this is virtually impossible. We acknowledge most parts of a crashed plane would float."
Yet this plane has gone missing. No radar. No black box signal. No debris.
But we're sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation.
So when taking passport details, scanning passports and manually checking them at boarding- all they're really doing is ensuring they'll know who was on the plane if it goes down. No red flags, howling sirens or similar, in case of a, say, stolen passport!
But the information is retrieved within 5 minutes after the fact.
That is just soooo.... reassuring?
Mind you, that whole thing probably has nothing to do with what happened. But still.
Obviously recent aircraft disaster worrying me somewhat. Hubby is all like, yeah, it's way more dangerous to get into a car.
Depending on who's driving I mutter. The fact is, in a car you can always hit the breaks. You can, I don't know, be saved by your seat belt.
A plane crash is something very final. Very final indeed. Why do planes even HAVE seat belts?
Good day ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. It seems we are having some technical difficulties and unfortunately we are about to crash. Please fasten your seat belts. Or. Come to think of it. Don't. Whatever. That is all.
Jag är så förbannad. Så in I helvete förbannad. Därför uppehåll på el bloggo.
Ni ser, jag är ju lugn, sansad och hyfsat spirituell. Jag är till och med vegetarian.
Jag har åsikter men jag håller oftast mun. Mesar. Vill inte orsaka problem eller konflikt.
Men nu... nu räcker det. Nu har söta lilla flickan blivit riktigt arg. Alltså jag vet att jag brukar uttrycka mina åsikter här på bloggen, men in real life så är jag mera diplomatisk. Tills nu.
Nu kommer syndafloden.
Tyvärr är detta inte en anonym blogg. Annars hade ni fått höra en historia utan like.
Som typ slutar med att jag skriker.
Hur var det nu, man väljer sin familj?
Jag gör det I alla fall.
Och när jag ändå håller på:
JAG HATAR HUNDAR. DE ÄR IDIOTER. SKÄLLER HELA JÄVLA TIDEN UTAN ANNAT SYFTE ÄN ATT VÄCKA BEBISAR.
ATT ÄTA DJUR ÄR OMORALISKT OCH ÄCKLIGT. NEJ DET ÄR INTE EN ÅSIKT. DET ÄR FANIMIG ETT FAKTUM.
REGERINGEN LJUGER.
MAN VÄLJER SITT BETEENDE. MAN VÄLJER SINA ORD. MAN VÄLJER SIN FAMILJ.
