Who in their right mind would arrive home the day before Easter? Trying to get our heads around finding somewhere else to live, opening the mail, paying the bills, visiting the optometrist, cleaning our gear, repairing and unpacking or repacking as necessary, and remembering we have flights to France to organise, all the while thinking of a daughter in hospital, just didn't happen.
So we went for a drive through the 'burbs and found ourselves on Phil and Chris' doorstep begging for coffee and cake, and of course they readily obliged.
It truly doesn't seem like Easter.
Perhaps I needed some mad last minute deadline and to have arrived home late, tired, with the adrenalin still pumping.
Or perhaps I should just enjoy life at its new less urgent pace.
Glad you got home safely. Our camping trip to Sydney was busy rather than relaxing.
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