To Byron bay

It was a Qantas airbus 330-300. We were delayed for 1 hour and a half because we weren't aloud to taxi out. We spent the flight like anybody would if they had the privilege of flying business, watching movies and sleeping. I was surprised cause the only annoying thing my sister did was step over me in the middle of a movie to go to the bathroom although there was one on her side too. But the flight was relatively calm as we were shielded from the countless misfortunes of economy that u would find in any flight leaving or going to China.
We landed late and because it was just saffron and I, I had to worry about all the luggage. We got our bags quickly because my sister was flying unaccompanied. Once we walked into the arrivals area we saw our dad straight away. One thing you learn when travailing with my mum is that you can never have to much luggage. This is obviously utter nonsense cause we had way to many bags. On the other hand when you travel with my dad you learn the 3 bag rule: one bag to go under the plane, one for carry on and one is the computer bag. So you can imagine my dads expression when saffron and i walk in with 2 trollies stacked with bags. Mum obviously being the smart one saw our business class tickets as an opportunity to get luggage to Australia.
This proved a problem when the driver, dad and I tried getting the bags into the car. It was like a game of Tetris only with bags.  We somehow managed and went to visit our grandparents for 2 hours before the next flight. they are a bit older then my other grandparents and they enjoy spoiling us. we ate lunch and left a couple of bags at their place.
We then went to the airport the second time that day in order to fly to Ballina. The baggage proved to be troublesome again as we could only check in so many bags and 2 of them were overweight.
This is when dad had another of his eruptions. My dad usually is very calm (probably cause he's always on an electronic and he's traveling so much that we don't affect him as much) but now and then he gets angry. he likes to think of them as 'volcano' and the funny thing is they tend to happen in airports. I don't know if its coincidental or the very fact of being in an airport and traveling with mums luggage pisses him of. And he gets pissed at the lady at baggage drop. Being the smart bloke I am, I know that if you want something from someone in the service industry you want their sympathy and getting pissed at them only works in china. So while dad is mouthing of about the amount of luggage that mum left him with and the lady keeps saying that she wont help him if he gets angry at her I try calming dad down and looking for the small amount of sympathy that was left after dad obliterated most of it. The lady turned out to be quite helpful and managed to find a way in which we didn't have to pay a cent more then we already had. After dropping our baggage of I kept reminding dad that being a parent of two annoying children and travelling without his wife he could get as much help as he needs if he doesn't get angry.
we then proceeded to the gate getting some snacks along the way and having a pleasant flight to Ballina and drove to byron with no more stress other then having to pack to small a car and almost getting saffron squashed by a purple bag