First, I should apologise in advance if you can’t understand what on earth I’m talking about as I babble on like an idiot and you can’t make head nor tale of what I’m trying to say. No change there then, except this time I have a legitimate excuse – it’s the jet-lag. Boy oh boy is it the jet-lag. (I will be using the jet-lag excuse for pretty much everything for the next 3 months, that and pregnancy covers a multitude of sins/faux pas/general stupidness on my part I think!)
Right then, enough of that, onwards and upwards.
It feels really rather odd to be back in the UK and I am not sure I have quite got my head around it yet. Last time I was here I knew nothing about what my new life in Australia was going to be like so to be back here knowing I have left my life (and husb) in Melbourne is strange.
By the way when I say left my husb I don’t mean left, left, I mean temporarily separated. Actually that doesn’t make it any clearer does it, told you I was jet-lagged and talking jibberish. He is still there and I am here until he comes here, then we will be here together, then we will be back there together.
Got it? Good.
I don’t know about you but I think I recovered that one well!
Onto the journey then, where should I start? Read more…