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I survived the following : 72 hours without email (barely), a 33.3k dial up connection, too much food (again), too much drink (again), hot Shepparton summer days (had forgotten how hot they can be, as I always do), laying under a tree for an entire afternoon, sitting around reading and chatting to family, hearing more stories from dad (I find I can’t get enough of them as I grow older) and a nasty cold.

Now I’m home. The cats are in, there’s Pepsi in the fridge, my gal is here next to me and our own bed awaits. All is well.