Nora has a confession:
I am not sure how to tell you this.
Let me start at the beginning. On Sunday I was at the airport, sitting in the waiting lounge sipping a nice cup of tea.
A nice young gentleman sat down beside me and started talking, as one does, about all sorts of things. He was very knowledgeable and quite well spoken and Moses, I don't know how to tell you this but, I found him strangely attractive. I so rarely meet men who meet my high standards for personal hygiene, conversational skills and plain old fashioned good manners.
He told me he was going to his personal island up in the Whitsundays and wished for me to visit him there when I returned from Zurich. I was quite frankly quite besotted with him by then and, while I blush to look back on it now, at the time it seemed the most natural thing in the world to say I would like to go with him straight away.
I really cannot believe that I did that and yet I had the most wonderful time. We rose early and swam naked in a fish filled lagoon, we picniced high in the misty hills, we roamed the beach in search of treasure. Last night we had a delightful candle-lit dinner on the verandah of his residence on the island and this morning his servant, Cosmo, escorted me all the way back to Melbourne and made sure I was returned safely home. He made me the cup of tea I am having right now before heading back up north.
I had such a wonderful time but I feel so guilty for letting you down.
Can you forgive me?
PS: You will probably find my luggage at Terminal M.