Like Dorothy I find myself in a world that is very different from the one I was in just a few weeks ago. I know that in reality we all are. Unlike Dorothy I don't have my faithful dog and only two of the three companions, but I'm not too sure which ones they are!
So far I have had three flights cancelled, and the Yellow Brick Road seems to be taking me in circles, I'm nowhere near getting help from the fabled Wizard, the British High Commission in Canberra. Currently it is more like the Munchkins.
I am one of the lucky ones, yes I am currently stuck, but I have a roof over my head, good food and pleasant company. There are many more who have left their accommodation only to find their flights cancelled as transit airports suddenly closed. People who gave up jobs because they were told by the British government to come home now, even though the flights were already doomed.
Life outside is treacherous, covid-19 hangs in the air like the Wicked Witch's flying monkeys. The solution is of course water, well soap and water, and plenty of it for at least 20 seconds.
Hopefully one day soon I'll find my ruby slippers, click my heels three times, and say "there's no place like home."
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