Time to get out of Dodge! With Brisbania sweltering around the mid-thirties, we headed for the hills to visit the 'Woomba Bartletts. Even the sky was bleached out in the heat dotted with tiny gasps of cloud that promise no relief at all.
The further we got into the country the more I felt the tightness around my heart unclench and some relaxation seep in. I grew up on the Darling Downs so it makes sense.
There were dear friends to catch up on, a dog to smother with affection,
cooking to be done,
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| Note the Bartlett thumbs |
the highest levels of hygiene to be maintained.
It was a lovely couple of days. There should be more photos of Anna painting, me gessoing my skirt, swimming in their school pool, talking till 2 a.m.... However I was too relaxed to take photos and the phone was being used by Lala to take rather a lot of obsessive photos of Maybe, the dog.
Driving home in the dark with sleeping offspring to the melancholic strains of Badly Drawn Boy was kind of delicious in itself.
You know I do like me a bit of euphonium and cello!
