The Suitcase ... and straws

Mournful eyes. My mother keeps telling Harvey that he's drawn the short straw, staying with her. This confuses him; art is not his strong point unless it involves mud.
Meanwhile, i am clutching at straws. Off i go.
I'm a scaredy cat flyer and this is a 13 hour flight. So if the Big Bird A380 (@10pm) falls outta the sky I just want to thank you all for a soul replenishing first week of blipping. Really.
Might be a tad late with tomorrow's blip, presuming it doesn't fall ...