Thirty something hours ago, I was being driven through rush-hour traffic in Rome (when is it not rush-hour there?) by a mad-man who drove as though someone had spilled a pint of acid in his lap.
A tangle of flights, airline lounges (grazie mille, Emirates!) and more calories than I would eat in a week later, and I arrived in Wellington to a gloriously sunny day.
It was so good to see my two boys and (middle age alert) my gorgeous white roses which were tiny buds when I left two weeks ago.
As much as I adore Italy, it is lovely to be home.
A tangle of flights, airline lounges (grazie mille, Emirates!) and more calories than I would eat in a week later, and I arrived in Wellington to a gloriously sunny day.
It was so good to see my two boys and (middle age alert) my gorgeous white roses which were tiny buds when I left two weeks ago.
As much as I adore Italy, it is lovely to be home.
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