Feeling this good on a Sunday, hangover and all, was a dream. We had my sister’s 40th the night before and half the family flew down from Sydney, as well as some very dear friends from Victoria, and I can’t tell you when I’ve had a happier night. Endless prosecco, lots of hugs and smiles and cry-laughing (thanks to my cousin Gracie, always) and late night shots of campari somehow all ended well.
Since we had so many to catch up with, we had a big family brunch East Terrace, a drive up to the Hills and a walk to the second-hand bookshop, and then an afternoon of beers and a very-slow game of pool at The Stag in the afternoon. And my, that light. Flynny bought me a pint and we plotted for a week in Indonesia next year, I managed to cry within just five minutes of good talk with Bethy, let Pete beat me at pool, sole some of Jimmy’s chips and then, once they’d all hopped a car to the airport, Lucy and Keir and I worked through all the news. I can’t tell you how much I have missed these people - it was an absolute joy.