It was a Sunday morning around March last year when I woke up to find a strange anomaly had happened during the night. Someone had obviously snuck into my bedroom and whilst I was sleeping, stole my gorgeous sleek and physically fit legs and abs and had replaced them with ones that had larger thighs and orange peel dents in them.
It was about 2 O’Clock in the morning when my eyes just opened up and bang! There it was! Standing about 8 feet tall with drool hanging from its front fang. My Bunyip had escaped out of the cupboard. I pulled my sheets over my head and screamed – GO AWAY!
‘laying there on gurney bed with straps holding me down across my forehead, my chin, my chest, my hips, my thighs and my ankles covered in blood’
Arriving at the site was incredible, there was a sea of hot air balloons in all different sizes and colours, in various states of readiness for take off. Our balloon was still being prepared and standing next to it, the nerves really started to kick in.
Sitting in the boardroom, the conversation turned to me. The Multi Billion Dollar mining contract was going south, and as the Client Director, the senior executives in the room were looking for explanations and somewhere to lay the blame.
It was within a split second that I lost control. My overconfidence of being in the secure surrounds of my own backyard paddock, lead to complacency, which in turn, lead to a fleet of ambulances arriving at my home.