You ever have a project that goes so damn *perfectly* the only thing you're left with a vague feeling of disappointment/apprehension that nothing went sideways?

That was my major installation Thursday. Everything went *perfectly* and we were done 2.5h earlier than I expected. Sure, there were some minor annoyances the next day, but they were not even 2-minute problems. I deal with worse on a daily basis.

Now, it *could* be said I got all the bad luck out of the way over the year-log delays it took to actually get the work started, but still, it was kinda freaky.

Why when Harry (or whomever) flees England to go elsewhere, does he 9/10 go to Australia?