Corny but true – much as I love travelling, nothing beats that moment when you first get back home. The Boy had a lovely dinner waiting, and seemed to be as happy to see me as I was to see him. It’s been a long and busy couple of weeks, so getting home & putting my feet up felt nearly as good as winning Big Wednesday. Nearly.
The apartment now looks like a tip, with piles of washing & suitcases everywhere, which I know is driving The Boy crazy. Sorry, Boy, but at least give me a few days to sort myself out. Remember how long it took after you got back from your sister’s wedding!
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