So, I’ve sort of started to pack a bag to head down to Brisbane for training. I
say sort of because the bag is on the floor and I’ve thrown stuff on top of it
that should go in the bag. So far the stuff on top looks more than what the bag
will hold but I expect with some jiggery-pokery I will get it all in because I
am woman.
Yesterday, I passed by the coffee aisle in the supermarket
and stopped and thought ‘What if I need emergency coffee at night and there’s
none in the apartment they’re putting me up in?' I can’t go without coffee at
night...in the morning...the afternoon…ten minutes from now…how will I cope and
indeed how will the city of 
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