If I am involved in an international terrorist event and survive, and in a foregin hospital, and John Howard is still in government, I want it publicly known that I, under no circumstances, wish him to pay a patronising visit which will then appear at the human interest tail end of the evening news.
I can’t imagine anything which would infuriate me more. It certainly wouldn’t aid my recovery. So if I’m out of it, and unaware of my surroundings, I want family and friends to know this too: John Howard is never to visit me in hospital, or anywhere else for that matter.
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The flight to Singapore from Japan on Wednesday was the shortest flight of mylife, although it was 8 hours long. Why? Because none of the security checkpoints were at all concerned about my knitting needles. So I spent a very pleasant flight finishing my tricksy double knit candy stripe scarf and watched bad movies. I’m hoping to repeat the experience tonight, although less lighting means I probably won’t have as easy a time of it.
The queue at immigration in Kuala Lumpur was horrendously long, and a group of people in front of us kept sneaking people forward in line, and getting to the counter only to find that they hadn’t filled out the disembarkation card properly. A very slow process in all. The male officials were very rude and abrupt with everyone, but we got through without a scratch.
Yesterday we spent about 8 hours shopping, enough that even I was sick of shopping afterwards. Mark was a trouper – I visited about 40 shoe shops and he either accompanied me or waited outside without complaint. Of course, I did the same for him with his electronics shops so I figure we’re even. The city is beautiful – this afternoon we’ll take the monorail and see a little more of it. I was only 7 last time I was here so I remember very little of the city, only the hotel. Mark has been here several times now so he’s quite familiar. KNows the best malls, too.
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