All The Small Things

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Caro is back! She got back at 2:30 today. I got soaked waiting for her at the railway station and squished back to our little house with her. 

She was immediately besieged by little hairy animals, all of whom wanted her attention. 

It says something about Caro that while she loved all the hairy love, she already misses her little furry family back in Papamoa. She's enjoyed her time with a cat named Roger, a dog named Tiggy and Picasso the lorikeet. 

As for me, I'm shattered. The boys woke me at 3am this morning. I am not sure why. This was then followed by a working day of meetings interrupted by me changing sheets and making the house nice for Caro's return. 

It seems ironic that, while I'm glad she's home, I'm now fecking off to my bed.

S.