Yes, I arrived home late last night after an 11 day sojourn in sunny Adelaide (it really was).
The list of enjoyable events was long and included:
- the wedding of number 2 nephew
- watching the surprisingly familiar antics of 23 year olds with great nephew no. 1 (familiar to me, not him)
- discussions about world domination with nephew no. 3 (just remember to occasionally listen to things other than a singular driving ambition)
- nervously observing M&D while the the words to Pink's 'Leave me Alone' pass over their heads
- playing backyard cricket with nephew no. 5, watched by the fish, the birds, the dog, the guinea pig, the frog spawn AND Jonah the statue
- wineries and back roads of McLaren Vale
- more (or fewer) fish at Vale Park
- crosswords, sudokus and target words
- churchbells at 10am
- spacious seating!
Now I'm back home, with a couple of lazy days to wash, shop, (get back into) exercise, house hunt, bank, doctor etc, and also apparently find a plumber. Work for February and March will (as usual) be frantic, but at least I have the memories from a tiring, relaxing and invigorating cricket holiday to sustain me.
So long Gilly - I can understand how a realisation can hit you between the ball hitting your gloves, and hitting the ground