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After another long, painful flight on Scoot, we landed in Singapore with just enough time to have a coffee and make our way on foot and by skytrain to the next departure gate. We got on board without issues, and sank into the comfortable Singapore Airlines seats with audible sighs – after the plastic rigidity of the Scoot seats, proper upholstery felt like sitting on a cloud.

When we arrived back in Perth, I was almost surprised to find our luggage actually sitting there on the baggage carousel, slightly more battered that before but still, you know, there. We’d been concerned that Australian Customs might have some issues with some of our loot (the wooden mallets that came with the singing bowls, bags of chocolate and coffee, etc), but they took one look at us, surmised that we weren’t the sort of people trying to smuggle a live duck in our carry-ons, and waved us through without investigation.

We had to find and board the correct shuttle bus, load the bags into the car in the long-term car park, drive ourselves back home, all without having Mr Fixit organise any of it. Even after only a week and a half, it was disconcerting. How am I supposed to go on with my life without having a hyper-competent individual to do all of the boring stuff for me?

As for Delaware and Maryland, they were good about sharing their tuk tuk with the other minifigs.

So I rewarded them with an upgrade.