Don't say...it's over.
Had to re-enact this photo - some 35 years since Dad had me stand there pointing at the Glasshouse Mountains - tried to suck me guts in, tried, failed.
Maleny as usual was excellent. Half the benefit of a holiday is simply being away - I don't think it matters where you go...just so long as you get a break from all of the distractions, cleaning, jobs, normal humdrum routines.
Arrived home tired and worn out to find - fresh milk and bread, Saturdays newspaper, steamed pudding, home-made custard, an enormous quiche, rissoles, gravy, mashed potato and vegies ready to be re-heated for dinner. We are so grateful and so well looked-after. It's nice to be home.
September 29, 2008 at 8:06 AM
can i just say all of that sounds totally um - and I wish I had arrived home to a selection of carbs like that!!! ALso I love the photo