As the sun sets on another era with changes afoot – the carer in me is a little apprehensive leaving Dad in the hands of others…but it is time for me and mine to build a new pathway.
Murray’s Bay at dusk after a lovely evening with the kiwi yachting crew ( their Christmas Party) and some of Russell’s long time friends – George and I had one last supermarket shop for dad on the way home and then to try and get some sleep before the big shifting day.
It’s sure been a busy couple of weeks, last weekend saw Thelma and Louise helping our friend Barry on Saturday (all day) set up for his annual Monaco reunion extravaganza (party)- live music and all! Trudi was the life of the party as usual and I was just plain tired (I know boring) as having to drive meant no lubrication!
The week of work has flown by dotted with packing and unpacking and spending half the nights planning (when I should be sleeping).
Last night saw a moment of relaxation (where dinner was cooked not by me)
And for once I was not the driver with George taking the helm! Note the appropriate yachting term!
And here we are..morning coffee moment and ready to get this day underway, all hands on deck. So moving 10kms over a couple of hills, they say easy! But when you have been a gypsy for the last two and a half years and have “Stuff” in four different places, it becomes rather a logistical excercise get in one place. And the fun begins, I’ve unearthed about 10 boxes of Mums and 20 boxes of Russell’s….and the memories bring back memories bring back you!
There they are in Malta! Our happy place with many memories.
All who wander are not Lost girls 