Valley of the Trolley Dollies

I’m back! Back!! BACK!!

The honeymoon is definitely over, and I’m back in Blighty, back to work, and (trying to get) back to normality. The rest of the trip (The bits I didn’t blog about on my alcohol-fuelled ten thousand dollars an hour satellite web access blogging sessions from the Ship) will, no doubt, leak out drop by drop, over the next few weeks. The eleven hundred pictures (currently filling my home PC to the point where I can’t even access anything else) will be edited down over the next week or so, posted to Flikr, and linked to from there. (A process, one hopes, to be made even easier using the 500gb external hard drive I’ve just purchased, and which will soon be home to the expanding Pod Fuel that is my iTunes library.

Strange arriving to work this morning: In twenty plus years of continuous employment, this month off was the longest consecutive time I’ve ever been away for. In the month, the weather has changed, the mornings gotten brighter, and my mentality seems actually to have fully altered to an ‘Out of office mode’ that I’ve only ever come close to before.

I knew I’d have to come back eventually, and had even commented on the fact (towards the end of the vacation) that I was actually looking forward to being back in my house, and looking forward to the spring, and to getting on with a few projects we have on the launchpad (of which, more later). So, going back to work, was no huge stress. But arriving at London Bridge station this morning, coming through the barriers, and thinking It looks so much brighter than I remembered, quickly followed by There are less people than I expected, with more space between them, coupled with Why’s everyone moving so fast? was a bit of a shock.

Workwise, not too much shit to return to, which is nice.

Homewise, D has developed a cold that ended the honeymoon on a slighly sour note, especially since both he and I are terrible sick people - Headcold, TB, Plague, Constipation, Loss of a Limb, Death, are all greated with a general attitude of gloom, doom, misery and negativity. Still, it’ll pass eventually (well, everything from the cold to the constipation will), and it didn’t destroy what was a huuuuuge and action packed trip that had us circumnavigating the world, buying Art in the West of Ireland, climbing Sydney Harbour Bridge, Horseriding, bemoaning the fact that we didn’t see Ramsey Street, contemplating emigration to the environs of Manly Beach, Ogling tens of thousands of men in their underwear or less on the night-darkened Sydney Streets (and here’s something I never thought I’d say: “Note to the organisers of Sydney Mardi Gras: It’s amazing how quickly the sight of naked male arse can get tiring. Even the nice ones. Amazing.”), and generally packing a year’s worth of insanity into a month.

But that’s for later. When the pics are edited, the lurgies banished, the inevitable post-holiday depressions dealt with, and the thought processes a little clearer.

For now, it’s actually not bad to be back. Not bad at all.

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