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!
