Being home again is just lovely. I walked into my pale green study and sighed with happiness. Joel headed straight to the piano. Paul headed for the garden. And then I found the little cat, drinking fish-flavoured water from the pond in the back garden. She's so old, now, she doesn't bear grudges any more when we go away: she just seemed happy to see us. We went to visit Jean, who is quietly awaiting the results of tests last week. We went to bed at 9 and slept through till 7.30 (well, those of us not getting up at 4.00 am to go back out to the airport, that is).
This morning, as I promised myself, I worked on my Garter book, then went shopping. And the first person I found when I walked into Piedimonte's was my friend Paula, home from work to look after Lucien, who'd just had three teeth extracted, the poor thing. There's nothing like the comfort of finding a friend in the supermarket to make you realise how much you miss the networks of friends and family.
My new resolution is to write and revise in the morning, but in the afternoon, to read and do chores. So now I'm going to process some bills and write some emails, then have another look at Paul Veyne's Did the Greeks Believe Their Myths?
This morning, as I promised myself, I worked on my Garter book, then went shopping. And the first person I found when I walked into Piedimonte's was my friend Paula, home from work to look after Lucien, who'd just had three teeth extracted, the poor thing. There's nothing like the comfort of finding a friend in the supermarket to make you realise how much you miss the networks of friends and family.
My new resolution is to write and revise in the morning, but in the afternoon, to read and do chores. So now I'm going to process some bills and write some emails, then have another look at Paul Veyne's Did the Greeks Believe Their Myths?
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Welcome home!
Every time you mention Piedimonte's I remember it as a high point of the whole Melbourne experience, and wish I lived somewhere I was even remotely likely to encounter friends in the supermarket.
Welcome home Stephanie.
Thank you, my dears; it is indeed lovely to be home. And yes, Piedimonte's must be about the only place in Melbourne where they will help you carry your bags to the car. We sometimes even see Frank Woodley there (JJC: local comedian), but we are all too cool to say hello. I stocked up on King Island yoghurt, so creamy it's almost sweet; turkish bread for Joel's school lunches; and, by way of cheating, with some pre-made organic vegetable korma.
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