Moving on

I'm writing this from Holly and Pete's house in Ballarat. It's lovely here, for all sorts of reasons - not necessarily in order.

It's a home, with family in it - obviously a first on the list. We are reminded of Christmas by the pretty tree and increase in the number of the multi-coloured (prefer these to plain) flashing lights adorning the picture rails. We can (and are at this moment) all using the Internet at the same time. Our washing is at long last flapping on a clothes line (only on my list of favourites!). Holly has bought a very expensive plum pudding for Christmas because she wanted to keep a family tradition going Down Under. I am obviously thrilled, except that I've never eaten a plum pudding in my life - which caused much hilarity. There are no lucusts here, except that Holly's laptop sounds as if there is one trapped somewhere within its workings.

Off to town shortly, so will write more later.