Return to 'real life'

After a 33 hour flying marathon we safely returned into the depths of Melbourne winter. Sad face. Arriving at Melbourne airport at the surreal hour of 1.30am, it was strangely comforting to chat to the big Aussie border control blokes in customs. Got to love an Aussie accent.
Lovely surprise to see Mum and Dad waiting up for us with a wood fire, food in the cupboard and our beloved Boy Dog smiling away and being his naughty jumpy self.
After only 10 hours sleep since Saturday, James and I dragged our sorry jet lagged carcasses to work today. Got to start paying off the ginormous debt we have created. Freya went to school but clearly not because she was desperate for school work. Seeing her friends was the big draw card which is normal when you have pined away for 5 weeks missing them. Jessie's friends arrived in droves, landing on her bed and filling the house with excitement. It's hard not to feel the winter blues descending so I'm thinking a trip to Spain, Portugal and Morocco might just be in order. Stay tuned.