Return to Oz

We're back. 2.5 years in the making. The flight home was good. Qantas have refitted their 747's since I traveled last on them and I was blown away by the leg room in economy. I didn't have to dislocate my hip and could almost stretch out straight when my chair was reclined. Good on you Qantas.

We were greeted at the airport by Tracy's mum, Di, who had a nice welcoming sign. We then headed home and had some decent breakfast. Oh how we both missed Aussie bacon loin. 

After breakfast we headed out to Eastern Creek to collect Dasha. we'd really missed the little guy and could not wait to get him. We had visions similar to that YouTube Video where the guy who raised the lions visits them 15 years later and they come running over and cuddle him. Well it was not quite as emotional as that. Dasha was locked in his create in the back of a truck with other dogs which were being collected. He was pretty excited as you can see in the short video below. He was in good spirits. A tad skinnier than when he left but I doubt it will take much time to fatten him up

I was surprised to find my parents had popped up from Geelong for the day. Bit of a shock when they walk into the shower when you're in it. There was then a steady stream of visitors and a great afternoon was had feasting on some slow cooked lamb.

We were both pretty tired and ended up hitting the hay at about 8pm. I'm back at work now and Tracy has begun her domestic goddess apprenticeship. 

The airport welcoming committee

The welcoming sign at Di's place

Yum choc cake

Oh bacon loin how I've missed you

Woohoo we've got our puppy back

Dasha watching patiently as Waz carves the lamb.

Was a big day for the rodent. He didn't know what to do with himself with all the space to run around.

The joys of jet lag.