So who's in control?

Last night I spoke to Paul, who I used to work with in the UK, and who now lives in Brisbane and works as an Air Traffic Controller at Brisbane airport. We arranged to meet up this afternoon for a drink as he was going to a leaving do in a pub in the city.

So this morning we had a very relaxed walk along the Esplanade from our apartment along the coastal walk, past Pelican Waters as right to the end of the path. The weather and the views were great.

This afternoon I drove Sally back down the M1 towards Brisbane and met Paul at his house in Boondal, we then picked up his mate Dave and he navigated us through the back roads to Brunswick, close to the city centre.

The plan was for Sally to go shopping while we went to the Elephant And Wheelbarrow for a drink or two. Loads of Paul's workmates, all Air Traffic Controllers, turned up and the drink or two turned into a few more. I had a picture in my head of a big sign at the airport saying 'Out for a beer - please land later' but apparently about 400 people work at ATC in Brisbane and there would be somebody in control.

Sally joined us a bit later (apparently Brunswick isn't really the place to go shopping in Brisbane) and after another Old Speckled Hen I was feeling slightly under par - so we decided to skip the curry and head back to Caloundra. It felt like a very long drive back.