As it turned out, it did.
We spotted a World Square Angel walking around the premises dispersing chocolates, and a more romantic individual might have suggested we prowl the premises until we caught up with the Angel, but Madam suggested we were heading back and, in any case, the thought failed to cross my mind.
We were downstairs to check out right on ten, with someone quietly jubilant having caught the cricket score. With South Africa 6-140 after I'd gone to bed at around 7-350 there was definitely something to be jubilant about. More so when I'd caught the highlights on ABC News 24, with Johnson running through the upper order like the proverbial dose of salts.
There wasn't too much to get excited about with the wait for the shuttle, however. The lobby was packed. There might have been a seat or two available somewhere between the lobby and the breakfast facility, but you wouldn't be able to see the shuttle arrive, and we waited on the steps.
Predictably, having checked out just after ten, with a booking for the around ten-thirty service, the six of us on the steps were the third last pickup and the bus got to us nearer to the quarter to mark than the half hour.
Still, with a 1:05 departure time, it wasn't as if we were in danger of missing the flight.
Checking in went the way it usually does, and I diverted on the way to Lounge 54 to chase up a copy of the Mojo that failed to arrive because The Coral Gem closed down before it got to me. That brought a minor scare when I reached Lounge 54 and couldn't sight any familiar faces, but that was understandable.
They were about to start boarding a flight to Cairns and the queue ran from the check in point around the outside of the lounge, so Madam had decided to take a seat elsewhere and wait for things to take their natural course.
Hughesy, of course, blithely made his way through the queue, found one of the many vacant seats (there were plenty, almost everyone in the vicinity was in the queue) and set about the vitally important task of separating the CD from the magazine cover.
That's important because you need to be rid of the sticky stuff that attaches disk to cover before the magazine gets stowed in the back pack.
With that accomplished, and Madam back in the vicinity, it was time to access the free WiFi and catch up on the email. The Travelodge might be convenient, but it doesn't offer free WiFi. Neither does The Golfer's Motel, so there was two days' worth to run through.
That took us almost to boarding time for a uneventful flight to Avalon, where a smooth disembarkation and easy transfer onto the airport shuttle got us into Southern Cross comfortably before four.