Home again

 I have returned from a 36 hour round trip to my parents.

Dad's niece (my cousin) turned 60 and Dad's brother-in-law (her father) 90 later in the year.

I stayed with Mum (with my sister's help) and a good time was had by all.

Image - a found pair of reading glasses, a charging cord and a water bottle. Background is a vinyl tablecloth with a rustic check pattern and flowers in green and yellow 

I have finished The French Revolution (well, Series Three of what threatens to be several more - it has become a running joke) and was cast into the audio wilderness on my drive home.

Due to no internet connection for the majority of the trip, sporadic mobile reception and negligible radio reception I was reduced to downloaded books or my wits. 

Image - a roundabout, locally known as roundabout as opposed to the turtle roundabout.  If you turn left off this roundabout you go along the front, rightish takes you the other way, to the basin and the playground with the wobbly thing and around past the golf club to eventually meet with you should you take the righter turn - if you go back the way you came you'd get back to the little roundabout.

If we are using similes regarding deserts and entertainment options then the books that I downloaded were a dune and a butte - I would love to say that my wits were an Oasis to complete the triumvirate but life is never that neat.

Image: wooden walkway along the front. On the other side of that strip of sand is the Pacific Ocean.

There wasn't even cricket this time around. And what with the moon in the mirror and the mosquitos and the sleeping in a strange bed the night before I needed something to keep me awake on the drive home today.

My first book was about Marple - right in the nerdzone for me. And there were a lot of my "ooh, did I read that one?" (Grandma M's bookshelves were amazing) - but there is only so much fictional character development you can take before you have to grapple with the creator, and Agatha can be challenging - or is that Enid? I conflate them at times.

(Should you desire, here is an Instagram of some excellent Miss Marple moments)

My other was a romcom that has had a few too many clangers that caught my ear and took me on tangents.

Like why was the main character going on about how the other main character was Australian, but obviously from her accent she too was from these fair shores and most of the book (well, 40% of what I have heard) is set in Australia 

Tomorrow is a day off work for house stuff and appointments. Today was a public holiday. We had pizza for dinner and didn't put any television on because the last night of school holidays can be watershed moments - can you believe Paris is within 2 years of finishing school?

Image: omg more stuff to pack and move before photos. A ladder, a surfboard and another stepladder.

And both V and I worked out that we have been in this house for longer than either of us have ever lived anywhere. For me 19 1/2 years!

What's your record?