We could not have arrived to a better welcome with a giant golden moon setting while pink candyfloss clouds drifted across magenta skies. On the M2 we were the only vehicle and could still smell the early morning eucalyptous trees, heavy with raucous cockatoos greeting us gamely.
And home - where nothing has changed, yet everything is different.
A jetlag afternoon snooze, from which I woke fully disorientated for a good few minutes until I sat up, forced my head to turn and look around until familiarity set in - wow - that was weird.
No rest for the weary though - off to our godchild's 21st birthday party and what a good time we had. It is now officially past Saturday, 7 April, so I will sign off and attempt to sleep through the night.
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