Hello, I'm back. A little earlier than I thought I would, but that's the thing about holidays abroad; they're wonderful for a change, to dip into other cultures, suspension of reality etc, but they're also very good at making you appreciate the things you have and like doing.
There's that depressing feeling the day before you set off, when it's all coming to an end, but as soon as you start the journey home, you can't wait to be there and look forward to things you took for granted before.
Of course, the sheen soon wears off and we forget what makes us happy as it recedes back into the subconscious, but it's nice to miss home for short while and have it feel all new again.
Of course, the thing I look forward to most is a proper cup of tea, but that's one thing I never take for granted, it's always heavenly.
I'm missing my little boy after a week and half of him. By the way, his first word was Dada. There's no point describing what that felt like.
Anyway, like I said, hello again.

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