[m i a o w] the cat

After living in a house that I never wanted to come home to after spending time away, coming home to the house-in-progress is bliss. Was greeted joyfully by sandflies and M who had cleaned the house to within an inch of its life, bought me flowers and *gasp* had even defrosted the fridge – which had been resembling the polar ice cap for the past two months.

the 'welcome home'table of delight

It seems longer than two days ago that I drove my mother and I to the airport to collect my little Nan, who had travelled from the US to New Zealand on the QE2 and then flown into Melbourne. Apparently there are many fat, over dressed, whiny people on the QE2 – a revelation that didn’t really surprise me too much. So I got to catch up with my Nan over dinner, and then leave at 5:45am in the morning with all the loot she brought me (endless supplies of makeup, Burts Bees stuff and a bottle of Glamorous by Ralph Lauren). So I left tired, but smelling delicious. In the throes of my gratitude I also left her some of my new books to read…thank god my mother lent me another case to get all my stuff home. I went from being the world’s lightest traveller to burdened mule-girl in just over two weeks.

Oh man, I’m glad to be home!