That's me - after eight weeks away. And much as those weeks encompassed the holiday of a lifetime, I'm glad to be back.
Funny, though, how you can live in a place for more than 40 years and be genuinely surprised on your return by certain features of it. Not that I'd forgotten what an English winter is like, but as I climbed into a cab at Manchester airport yesterday morning, it was like a physical jolt to note that it was still dark at eight o'clock. Then it was getting dark again by four in the afternoon. And it wasn't exactly what you'd call light in between. Several weeks in blazing sunshine (leave aside some of the time in Melbourne), and these things surprise your senses even though you're perfectly well acquainted with them.
For all that, and for all the wonderful hospitality and generosity I received while travelling around Australia, it's brilliant to be home again. Everything is where it is, the familiarity of things its own kind of satisfaction after the many days of newness and surprise. I have a lot to catch up on, naturally, but I'll enjoy that too. I'll try to get back up to speed here on normblog as soon as I can.