I can hear a hum of traffic. I can hear tram bells. I can hear a helicopter bound for the Alfred Hospital. I can hear ear splittingly loud motor bikes. I must be home. Home to my own surrounds where everything just works, without endlessly plugging in and unplugging.
Best of all, my own full pressure water wasting shower and then sleep in my own bed.
Great holiday and of course you know what happens after I return from holidays. You get a blow by blow description with photos. It could be worse. I could hold a slideshow evening and you would feel compelled to sit through the unedited photos. Instead the photos will be carefully selected from 500, and you can always click the x in the corner.