Monet and I are now on the Final Count Down to our date with a silver jet. Two weeks today we would have been already reunited with our Lyndon. We are missing him terribly but knowing that it isn't many more sleeps helps a lot. He feels the same. Five weeks apart is just too long for all involed. But we are coping and we are all safe and well, besides being a little cold. Well, Monet and I are a little cold, not Lyndon.
It is icy cold outdoors today. None of us would be at all surprised if it actually snowed (remembering we are eights day away from Summer here in Australia!) I have friends camping this weekend near Cape Liptrap and I was planning a visit, but I have had second thoughts.
Monet and I have spent the past week at both sets of (Grand)parent's homes. We have spent time with Monet's cousins...
and visiting one of my old friends in Inverloch, who has a dog Monet quite adored...
This week Monet and I are venturing to Melbourne and popping in to visit H&B which I am looking forward to, and having a shop in Chadstone with both of Monet's Grandmothers.
I am hoping the weather cheers up, these cold grey days are doing my head in. Tracey in Townsville (about 400-odd kilometers south of Cairns) is sitting beside her air-conditioner today and here I am, sitting snug by the Coonara trying to defrost my frozen toes.
I know where I'd rather be if given a choice.
Yep, that's right, with Lyndon.

