Holiday over. This year Emma and I hosted my brother’s family over from the UK, for a month. They say your relations are like fish. Fantastic when they are fresh but give it a week and they stink.

Not so this time, we had a ball. But it was a lot of hard work. Sorting the house out before they arrived, hosting two large Christmas parties to mark their arrival, clearing up after the Australian end of the family destroyed the house on Christmas Day before buggering off as usual. Packing for the Man from Snowy River ride. Surviving the Man from Snowy River ride in forty-degree heat. Driving home late, unpacking four cars, re-packing them the next day, driving to the rental property in Sandy Point and unpacking for the annual beach/sailing holiday. I didn’t realise