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Heart of Grass

So we’re back in the land of lard and kilts. Where the skies are grey and Cherry Ripes are not readily available. I have approximately seven bazillion entries, once my brain starts working again. Things are still a wee bit fuzzy and overly emotional. I bawled like a baby when our plane took off from Melbourne and have been a sappy, sentimental bastard ever since. Or it could just be residual sugar-induced insanity; I did eat about 25% of the packet of Snakes Alive I brought back for the boys at work.

When back in Cowra for Wedding Part III we stayed with The Mothership’s friends Angela and Michael who are the most hospitable people you could ever hope to meet. Michael is also a magician with a lawnmower and sculpted this masterpiece for the bride and groom!

woof!
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19 thoughts on “Heart of Grass

  1. I missed you! If you like, I can set up some sort of Cherry Ripe/Snakes Alive type export business solely for your pleasure. Let me know!

  2. welcome back the pair of yiz.

    There’s something we have in common Shauna.
    We have both had a big blub on a plane when the wheels lost contact with Tullamirine’s blessed tarmac.

    gets all dewy eyed.

  3. Happy Homecoming/Going.

    It’s wierd leaving “home” to go “home” isn’t it? I finally understand why my Californian Mum used to cry when we left Cali for Scotland, or when HER mum left Scotland after a visit.

    It sounds like you had a marvellous time though, happy fourth wedding!

  4. But you had a great trip, right? I can’t wait to hear all about it.

    As for the crying thing, EVERY time I fly back to London (I’ve done this trip four times now) from Tullamarine, I bawl my eyes out. It’s not so much the leaving Australia behind thing, it’s having to say goodbye to my family, especially my mum, who is a really emotional person, and my sister.

  5. The weirdest things happen to you when you live ‘somewhere else’. Tullamarine CAN be blessed. I almost burst into tears at the sound of the passport controler’s Australian accent last time………and I don’t even consciously miss Australia that much! Also, I’m assuming you’ve seen this http://www.homesick.com.au/shopping/afood.asp Shauny. Never used it myself but at least you know it’s there.

  6. It’s a heart, isn’t it? Sweet…

    Yes, that must be weird. I’m undergoing vicarious strangeness myself, since my boyfriend moved up from England yesterday – permanently – to be with me. It’s not him being here that’s strange, merely the thought that he won’t be going away again…

  7. Hello,

    I’ve been reading your excellent blog for a wee while now and I’m looking forward to a splurge of entries on The Trip 🙂

    I know how it is to become a sappy sentimentalist – I’ve arrived back in NZ two weeks ago after visiting friends and wonderful family in Scotland. It was the first time I’ve been home in nearly two years. Oh were there tears at the Edinburgh airport security gate.

    My partner and I have spent the time since I got back trying to decide if we should stay here for another couple of years or move home now. Last night we decided to stay here. It has been the hardest decision I’ve had to make in my 29 years and I, normally a pretty staunch ice queen of the heart, have been found weeping at the computer as parents and brothers and friends send lovely, thoughtful emails trying to help us ride out our angst. At the moment even talking about Scotland seems to involve a catch in the throat and some deep breathes to avoid a big slobbering shudder of tears. Overly emotional is clearly just the way it is going to be for a while.

    Sorry for the long comment all about me and my stuff, the post just chimed with me this morning.

    Alison

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