Yesterday was our first day back home after our New Years jaunt. At about 1pm M and I borrowed some money from his mother and booked him a return flight in a flurry of websites. M’s brother passed away (passed away or died? both I suppose…) on Christmas night and the funeral is today. It was not unexpected, but that doesn’t make it any better. M drove back to Brisbane last night and is flying to Newcastle as I type. It is an odd situation, as M’s brother was about a million years older than him and he barely knew him at all. But it is good that he is going. Naturally I have to relate this to myself (it’s all about me, me, me, me) and say that last night was the first night I have ever spent here on my own - it was tres hard to get to sleep. Cat fights, bumps in the night…my fight with a poodle sized cockroach. If I suddenly became single, I learnt one thing last night - I would become instantly fatter. I still cooked for two - decided I couldn’t be bothered putting the leftovers in the fridge, and ate them instead. Roly poly.
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