Hanging out at my brother's flat, abusing his wireless internet while waiting for Pa to show up and take me up to ze airport in Orc Land.
Been epically spoiled this weekend with a massive shopping trip and lots of delicious food. It was a whirlwind of family time spending, and I'm really sorry that I didn't get to see any of you other plucky Hamiltonians during my time here. Once again; booking flights whilst out of it with food poisoning: NOT AS SMART AS IT SOUNDS.
So to Hazel, Sam, AJ, Scott, Calum, James and a cast of thousands, ME SO SORRY.
Adventures in weight loss had the huge pay off this weekend of seeing the stunned expressions of family members beholding a slimmer, leaner Dan, and actually going into clothing stores and being able to pick out jeans and tee shirts that normal folk wear. That was actually the weirdest part; going into regular places and picking out stuff that I liked the look of without having to check that they came in Freakish Tent Guy sizes first. My jeans size has come down from 112 to 95.
Motivation to continue trimming down: oh hell yes gained.
Next post will be from Sunny Brisbane, where, I am reliably informed, it is currently around 33 degrees.
Because of my silly fears of walking out into the departure lounge and not knowing where the hell I am and being abducted by dingoes, Annika is going to wear a bright orange top and perform a dance number with a didgeridoo as I walk in, accompanied by a chorus of little orphan children. Hopefully I shall notice this whilst attempting to not succumb from heat stroke.
