No Place Like Home…

As I sit here in my ever-so-comfy bed, loyal kitties by my side and the central heating cranked up high to stave off the frostiness of the approaching European winter, I find myself looking back upon my Australian sojourn with great fondness.  Indeed, I almost wish I were still back there, although being reunited with my husband and feisty felines more than makes up for missing the rest of the summertime. That being said, I could have done without the nearly 40° drop in temperature between Sydney and Paris upon my return.

Sadly, the second half of my trip whizzed past at an alarming rate, with the remaining four weeks gone faster than a packet of dark chocolate TimTams placed in front of my husband. Admittedly, the last week was tinged with sadness, in the wake of the Parisian terrorist attacks, which was coupled with an overwhelming urge to be back home with my nearest and dearest. Fortunately, I was still able to enjoy myself and fit in a great deal, with trips to Melbourne and Mackay, as well as bouncing between Sydney and the Hunter Valley, to see family and friends. Speaking of which, I shall have to write another missive thanking all of my wonderful hosts and hostesses for their graciousness.

My final Sydney Sunday saw me sent off in style at the Beresford, surrounded by a gaggle of gays and floating along in a cider-induced haze. There was also a Teamm8 fashion show, which consisted of ridiculously ripped guys prancing about in not a great deal of clothing – so nice of them to organise it for my farewell. Thankfully, I received a similarly warm welcome back home at a Mad Hatter Tea Party, where I introduced those in attendance to almost the entire TimTam range – ten different flavours in total. Unsurprisingly, these were then eagerly consumed…they do go awfully well with champagne, after all.

good riddance

Despite my best efforts, I didn’t get to see absolutely everyone that I wanted to, due in part to my heavily family-centric schedule – two weddings, three birthday parties and two naming days – which claimed a good many of my weekends. Not that I minded so much, as I do miss my family terribly when I’m firmly ensconced back in my European home.

I also didn’t get much writing done as I’d hoped – more due to laziness than any other factors – but I did manage to get a lot of research in. In fact, I have more than enough saucy material for my upcoming books – any similarity to actual friends is completely intentional.

Even though I had a marvellous time, I’m glad to be getting back into a routine now that the jet lag has worn off. Of course, this means that I’ll have to spend the next month writing like a demon to make my deadline, in between prancing off to the gym and dance class to work off my holiday excess…just in time to put it all back on again at Christmas.

Must away, the kitties are getting restless and I daren’t risk incurring their displeasure.

Tchao! Tchao!!!

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