We flew back in from Melbourne on Saturday morning. It's a weird feeling for me when the parents fly in to greet the children. We had lunch at Hogs Breath at Indooroopilly and listened to Meg's stories. She shared her gifts: clothes and a wallet for Drew, a belt and bottle opener for Gibbo and for me - xmas decorations, a bangle made from disarmed land mines, a charm I've been searching for forever (found in amongst a pile of little Buddha's) and a cashmere Chanel scarf, the softest thing I've ever felt. Some of these things were supposed to be xmas gifts but Meg gets so excited and just couldn't help herself and had to give them to us now!
I travelled back to Tba with Meg; Gibbo took Drew back to College then followed us and picked me up and we came home via town to collect Coco from Mum's place. She had a fabulous time at Grandma's, sleeping on the bed at night (and even during the day). We got home after dark, worn out.
Our time away in Vic was short but rewarding. In the end we only had 3 days of actual holidays but we managed to do the 4 things we had on our list - drive the Great Ocean Road, go to Daylesford for a spa/massage experience and visit Gibbo's chook man (Bendigo) and my chook man (Ian). We brought home 71 eggs which we'll set tonight. We spent time together, which was important. I enjoyed having only a faint waft of The Company drift by now and then; I think G might have felt a bit of relief too. We were humbled by the generosity of our hosts. We ate too much good food and drank too much beer/wine/gin. I'm sure we both came home heavier than when we left.
Today we're back into the groove. The chooks have been inspected and chickens counted. I've already started a list of things to do in the garden. The cows and calves are in the yards, ready for weaning later this afternoon. Life goes on.
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