FIFO

Fly in fly out.

After a mostly productive weekend, this is the other half's mode of transport to Brisbane. After that he got a more um, nostalgic trip. It had propellers. He claims he can't ever remember a plane with propellers, but I have a sneaking suspicion he's fibbing. Either that or dementia is setting in.

The house is a maelstrom of mess right now. It'll be empty sometime around 2 o'clock a week on Friday.