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After something that passed for an appalling night's sleep, I have less than four minutes away from Jonathan's scheduled take-off from Heathrow, and only 25 hours until I see him at Kingsford Smith.
*Ooooh* ... the last call has been issued!!! It won't be long now!!!
I know that Jonathan must be having mixed feelings. After all, the last time he stayed, it was an unplanned event. However, this time he's leaving with the full knowledge that he's not going to be returning for quite some time. Rather selfishly, I must admit that although I empathise, I'm feeling rather excited about his return after managing to hold it down for what has seemed to be an exceedingly long eleven weeks.
Okay, the gate's closed - take off can't be far away. I've just discovered that, strangely enough, Malaysian Air and Qantas' flights to Sydney are both departing at the same time from different terminals, which seems rather appropriate in an odd kind of way.
*Gasp* The flight has taxied!
I must be desperate at the moment. I'm currently sitting here watching repeats of "Bindi the Jungle Girl" and "Tracy McBean" whilst twiddling my thumbs as I hit refresh for what seems to be the umpteenth time - a feat, I'll have you know, that only I am capable of completing simulateously.
YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
The flight is AIRBORNE, he's on his way! Next stop? Kuala Lumpur 
