Go to the Jetstar website and you too will see that a 6:00 am flight from Sydney to the 'Bourne is a NOT-TO-BE-SNEEZED-AT (or otherwise defiled-by-mucous) TEN DOLLARS cheaper than the 8:00 am version of same. You too will immediately scoff at those slaves to idleness who believe in sleeping beyond daybreak. You will laugh scornfully at the notion that public transport does not regularly function in the wee small hours. You, like me, will ponder all the pleasing uses to which $10 can be put (three kilos of zucchini, 100 pages of improving literature, a very small hamster). And you will sign up for the 6:00 am flight in full confidence that this has been the ticket acquisition coup of the century.
But now this 6:00 am flight ain't so many hours off, and I am sneezing at those ten dollars. I am sneezing at them good and proper. I am seeing that I have to be standing at a bus stop on Parramatta Rd at 4:46 am (oh, because I have an aversion to taxis ... did I mention? ... it's because they cost too much). I am thinking of the sleep I will not sleep, and the dreams I will not dream, like the one where I win the gymkhana and Nikolai, my fictitious Romanian paramour, presents me with a family of otters.
But the good news be, there's nothing like underslept-and-surly house-hunting on a saturday morning. Toodle-pip.