Fly me away

Two days ago Paul was working in the garden erecting a new watertank when he was bitten by a leech. He didn't worry about it to much as he has been bitten many times but as we were saying goodbye to his Mum (before heading to the airport) he just happened to mention the bite and we noticed the head was still there and looking quite red and nasty. So here we are in Melbourne at the airport with Paul looking like Indiana Jones in his leather jacket and brown hat at the Chemist counter telling the Pharmacist about his leech bite. Just as he was undoing his belt to drop his trousers and uncover the bite a lady all dressed up with young children next to us, heard him and stepped back with a look as though he had just come out of the jungle.

Now for the 15 hour flight to LA.