I Thought I Was Spot-On . . .

Way back when – leisure travel was an option – but it wasn’t until I sat down in the Melbourne Koru Club Lounge ready to relax with a glass of bubbles until my flight was called . . . . that I noticed that my trendy new spotted top matched the decor so well it was rather embarrassing. After surreptitiously inspecting (head down, through my lashes) the further reaches of the lounge, I found I could not escape my chosen corner for fresh fields sporting different cushion covers. The spotted cushions were everywhere!

I had another drink, trying to avoid the strange looks on the attendant’s faces as they came over to clear my disgraceful row of champagne flutes. (Just kidding about the whole row.) No-one asked why I was taking a decapitated selfie! No one seemed to notice I was inadvertently listing to the right somewhat with my left arm at full stretch in order to include the cushions in my shot. Suffice to say that I won’t be wearing that particular top next time I go to Melbourne or if I do I must remember to fly home on Qantas.