We arrived home at 9pm Sunday after around thirty hours of air travel. Thankfully Sister had taken the hint that her and Little Jo's presence would be not welcome and we did not need collection from the airport, much as we have loved to see them in any other circumstance. Sister had stayed at the Highrise thrice and for her final stay, had washed and dried towels and bedding and vacuumed. The place was very clean and tidy and Little Jo had drawn a welcome home art piece and lovely fresh yellow roses were in a vase.
Can't really say we suffered jetlag, but my head space has been weird. I think tonight, Tuesday night, I have evened out and managed to get a long blogpost together, which will probably go online tomorrow. I don't have to return to work until next Sunday and I need to use the time to catch up on things and sort photos. I am sure you don't want to see about 2,500 photos.
I read all of your posts while I was travelling and thanks for amusing, entertaining and informing me. I don't actively blog when I am on holidays, but I do read blogs.
So tomorrow, here we go with my holiday tales. As per usual, it will start off heavy with photos and writing and progressively reduce.
I may mention it again, but Australia is a really good country and I am happy to be home. Other countries are different, neither good or bad, just different. Some things are better in other places and some things are not.
Travel does really broaden one's mind.