After a long, long day of karate, taking Alex to activities and a 21st brithday party I was beyond ready to sleep. But, just as I was shutting my eyes I noticed my mobile phone light blinking. I switched it on to see a message from Jetstar saying that my flight to Melbourne was cancelled. It's 11.20 pm and I am beyond tired. My flight should be at 8.25 am tomorrow and I've set my alarm to wake me just before 6. I've already printed out my boarding pass, or so I think. I power up the computer, check my itinerary. The message is to contact Jetstar. So it's downstairs away from all the other sleeping bodies and a half hour call to Jetstar's call centre in the Philippines. I've been rebooked. Earlier. Not an hour and a half earlier as I feared, only 25 minutes. But that still means losing even more precious sleep, means everybody loses it as there's no public transport to the airport this early on a Sunday. I'm flying Qantas to Melbourne now, bu
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