Right! We're outa here. Delhi to Melbourne.

We have made it....Business Class!  But a bit of advice to the beginners in the audience...there are easier ways of getting a Business Class seat on an Air Inda 787 Dreamliner.   The qualification period for us was somewhat rigorous, and we would happily forgo hob nobing with the elite.

It is nice though.    Fourteen seperate buttons to control the seat.  Seats into beds.  Fancy socks.    

Air India have 18 Business class seats, the rest for the common folk,and no first class, so being in the front row of the business class is really as First Class as we'll ever get.

What this does mean is that Nathalie is very close to the loo, and she can sleep with her foot raised.

No gin squash....just orange juice.  And those seats have a back massager  button too.

Wheelchair to the door of the plane, and the walking frame the rest of the way.....not easy but the altnative (stretcher) would have taken several more days to organise.....and be at the mercy of that evil empire( the insurers) for a few more days...naaaahhhh, not likely.  The boss cocky of the cabin, let Nathalie keep her foot up during the take off, which was real hand, because the most pain is when the foot is down....

That's. Us...

Hey, in business class, they don't serve all the meal on the one tray, at the same time.....and the hand towels are cold!!!    As long as we kept Nathalie's proactive pain relief up....things worked out pretty well....but with changing time zones had to use my counting side of the brain, to work out whence twice, thrice, once, and once after meals should be given.  just as well I know a nurse.

Bollywood film.  Yes again.'Highway'  2014 film relating to a soon to be married daughter of a rich Delhi family, who witnesses an armed robbery and murder is abducted by the robbers and falls in love with the robber ......absolutely awesome scenery, of many parts of India...stop it, it's creating itchy feet.  But it is a kidnap, murders, etc and her I predicted that it would be the first Bollywood film I've seen with no dancing...until 1:15, yep the star gets an English cd, puts it in the very expensive cd plat in the ancient Tata truck, jumps out and sings and dances....what's  that about?

Got back to Melbourne and for once, there was no ranting,  raving, threatening or stress as everything went well to the transit lounge  in Sydney ..cool, except for the security incident relating to the catheter bag in Andrew's backpack at transit lounge security ...but the least said about that the better.  Then back in the plane to Melbourne.

Ambulance and family waiting for us...it wasn't the one with lights flashing on the Tarmac..would have been too embarrassing, and how would have we picked up the duty free. Our ambulance was sedately parked outside, to reception at Knox, with a big thank you to Peter and Lisa, for making that happen...the hospital was actually were expecting us .  We got here.   More surgery debridement and skin grafts....at least a week in hospital.  Apparently Saturday and Sunday mornings are not good times to arrive.  The line ( that we were wheeled to the front of) was enormous, even for the locals. 

Turns out that our customs dog Linton, while we were away had a detached patella....they operated and then he damaged a ligament, so he needs six weeks of close confinement rest as well.  Out in sympathy with Nathalie, but he will be doing that out at the Kennel.

Linton...the one on top

India summation in the next and final blog....