Eight days to go...

Well, we can't blame the power for the lack of a post this time...just tiredness and a fast-growing sense of desperation and worry...so much to do, so little time...

I think it will only be when we are three hours into the flight to Singapore that we will slowly start to relax and unwind and really get into holiday mode.

The sight we're looking forward to seeing...leaving Perth behind us...

Well, maybe if you're the one in the window seat that is...

If there is one thing that is going to test marital relations in the next few weeks, it is the matter of WINDOW SEATS. Shanks and I both LOVE getting the window seat. I don't know if in Shanks' case this goes back to his childhood days, but I know that I always used to have to fight over the window seat with my sisters and brother whenever we used to fly overseas.

I think it's OK to steal your sister or brother's window seat...but what about if it's your wife or husband? Are there any window seat rules of etiquette or an international code of conduct to abide by? Is it first in, best dressed, or should we attempt to be civil and take it in turns? If it's the former, do I distract him by asking him if he's got my boarding pass, and then as he diligently checks through his things, quickly run down the walkway and bags the window seat? If he somehow beats me to it, can I wait until he gets up to go to the toilet and then claim that by vacating his seat he has annulled all rights of ownership and jump right in? If we agree to take turns, can I innocently try to arrange all of his turns to be at night or when there's lots of cloud cover? Is it even possible to share at all?

Well, I suppose if it gets too dirty we can always sit separately...