I wake up in the morning and book my ticket on the Eurostar over breakfast. Now I know exactly when I get into Paris and Europe is starting to feel more real.
Breakfast late and we drive out to Knox for an 11am tech. It feels pretty relaxed and Richard is really welcoming when we get there. The stairs to the lighting box are a walk in the rain around the outside of the building. I keep running down them to the stage and then back out up to the box again.
The Knox Steve (different to the Whitehorse Steve) is lovely. He introduces me to his five year old twins who come up to the box to 'see where daddy works’. I ask him questions about how to make out tech notes better and he is funny and complimentary
When Christy is holding up the map, half the crowd are yelling, ‘Australia!’ 'No!' ‘Australia!’ as she points to Russia, Europe, China, New Zealand. This time she sees a little girl who is clearly desperate to get up and show her where Australia is. The little pink-top, blonde-pony-tail girl leaps from her seat as soon as Christy beckons and jabs her finger at Australia. Everyone (including me and my new friend Steve) laughs.
Once Knox is over, the real road trip begins. Southbank (for an automatic so Luke can drive) Brunswick (for the rest of our stuff) and then Ballarat by bed time. We do the first part of the drive in horrible rush hour traffic without having eaten and it sends us into our classic Asking for Trouble version of meltdown. This involves periods of silence interspersed with absurdity and giggles broken up by running through the things we need to get done and trying to do them on our i-phones while we wait for the traffic to move.
The automatic has two features which make our lives good. Sliding doors on both sides, not just one, and a usb plug in to the stereo which plays our music and charges our phones at the same time. It gets a lot of appreciation.
The Mid-city Inn in Ballarat has big comfy rooms and tempting mars bars, which we would have to pay for, in the fridge. Get up time will be 6:30 am.
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