Home at Last

The time has come to attack the Boarding Lounge. It seems that just about everyone has the same idea, and there are only two security scanners at work.
It takes ages to get us into the lounge.
Luckily they call the rows in correct order so actual boarding is pretty quick.
This time I have the seats I picked when booking the flight.
Port side, aisle seat.
For a while it looks like I may have the two seats to myself, however that was not to be.
A nice guy from Adelaide takes the window seat. He's been to the UK to take his mother's ashes home and on the way back went to Angkor Wat.
We talk a bit until takeoff.

Home!

The meal for the night comes round, I don't partake.
It's then on with the eye shades and try and get some sleep.
At least I don't have the restless legs this time.
I don't think I sleep, yet sometimes I think I may have been dropping off, as I note the engine noise drops a decibel or two, but of course that just wakes me up.
Finally, I look at my watch and it's 5.30AM, just two hours out, and we can start to see the sunrise.
Breakfast comes around, it is really just a snack, however is OK, as I'll be home soon.
Then we break out through the clouds, over Modbury.
Adelaide looks green still!
We're down just on 7.30 AM, with the usual crowd impatience (Flytience) to get off.
On the immigration form I have ticked the "Have you been on a farm box", so I know I will be delayed as they'll want to inspect my boots.
At immigration, they seem slow, and those who have used the new passport scanners are getting through faster.
Nevertheless, the baggage hasn't even started coming off yet. I am a bit concerned, as I didn't check at Singapore to make sure my bag had been transferred from BA to Qantas.
I had been told to, however somewhere along the way I have lost my baggage ticket, and I was embarrassed.
The carousel starts up, and lo and behold, my bag is third off. It's quickly retrieved and I am the first through Customs. They glance at my form, ask some questions about my boots and direct me to Channel E.
This is where I'll have to unload my pack.
No, it to be sniffed by  the dog and I'm out.
As I leave I notice the carousel has stopped and no more luggage is coming off.
Am I lucky or what?