I keep losing track of the days at the moment. Sarah has just landed in rain-drenched Sydney. She has been travelling for 28 hours. She said she had a good flight apart from the guy in the next seat who kept stealing her armrest. Now she is in a long queue to get through Australian immigration, only two booths out of twenty open.
This morning we took down the Christmas decorations and Paul chopped up the tree for recycling. The house feels extraordinarily bare and quiet now. Rick has been missing his girls but had enormous fun just now when next door’s black Labrador, Jack, squeezed through the hedge. They raced around the garden and had a play fight. We’ve had to block the gap now though to prevent Rick from escaping through it to find his new best friend.
|Rick searching for Jack on Facebook|