I’m back in (temporarily) sunny Hobart, having spent about 7 or 8 hours travelling home yesterday.
The hubby has been kissed, the kids have been cuddled, and managed not to demand treats until their third or fourth breath.
Washing is imminent, as is submitting to the frantic slobberings of joyful dogs.
Then I have to figure out what’s happening tomorrow – I have several kilos of handouts and booklets and info to sort out and pass on.
Ah, so good to be back (that last task notwithstanding)
I shall be more eloquent anon. I am still swaying slightly from all the planes and aiports.