It all began with an aeroplane flight. Well actually, it began with friends telling us they were going to be getting married in September 2013, but giving us nearly two years notice, so we made cunning plans to be around for their wedding. And to make it a huge trip to visit lots of friends and family. But then there was an aeroplane flight.
The weather was perfect, so we sat and stared out the plane window, and confirmed our house wasn’t on fire. Or if it was, at least the whole building wasn’t yet ablaze.
We arrived successfully in Melbourne along with all of our luggage, and went to throw it all into our hire car. This was the last straw for a tired and sick Moosling, who had been looking forward to the prospect of finally getting to the car after all this time on aeroplanes (“No more aeroplane! Aeroplane go down now!”). But it was the wrong car, and entirely the wrong colour (“No blue car!). So he was distraught and cried for ten minutes, but eventually fell fast asleep in the back seat as we drove to our destination.
After a couple of days of stunned wandering around, and lots of sleeping, and a couple of Rosh Hashanah dinners, we went to the wedding in Olinda. And it was lovely!
We re-created photos from the old days…
And much fun was had by all. Particularly the Moosling, who realised that he could use his cuteness power for evil. He was crawling about under the tables and popping up onto peoples laps then asking for “chocolick?” and then escaping with their chocolates.
The next day though, we were up and driving to Canberra. Through the Black Spur, and beyond!
