I am back in Brisbane and as I write the rain is bucketing down in tropical expansiveness, as I sit here in my tropically suitable clothes. I wonder if I will ever become blase about the luxury of rain and warmth together...I hope not.
This is my second week back here, for which time Remi has generously allowed me to sleep in his room, something, I am proud to say, he will not grant many people. I am one of the chosen few. Whilst it has its advantages - a little boy climbing in to bed with me in the morning to play wonderful games of imagination and fantasy - I am permanently sleep deprived. Still, the wonder of his world is a great place to be.
Charles is still at the farm, and despite our nightly phone calls, I am missing him very much. Not sure how long before he gets here, but Remi has said that grandpa can sleep in his room too.
I have been reacquainting myself with the West End scene, have borrowed books from the library, visited a number of coffee shops, been to the flicks and dinner with Claudia ('Precious' - confronting, exhausting and great, and barramundi extraordinaire) and am having a wonderful time with Helen, Bec and Remi. Sunday mornings is the organic market to buy the week's food supplies.
Remi has started at 'proper' kindy and is loving it. He has put on some shows for me, and is well on the way to swimming - he can float, dive under the weater and retrieve items, as well as dog paddle. Do I sound like a proud grandma?
Charles collected our new (2nd hand) car yesterday, a 2003 Corolla hatchback. Or it may be 2004. With the comparatively little driving we do up here it should last us quite a while.
Well, that's about it for the moment, so til next time, cheers.
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