There isn't a child who hasn't gone out into the brave new world who eventualy doesn't return to the old homestead carrying a bundle of dirty clothes. Art Buchwald.
This week Liddy is farming alpacas. All I know about alpacas is that they spit ~like camels & llamas. I'm not keen on animals that spit. The cats drool & that is quite bad enough.
I know she doesn't want to live in Sydney. Can't think why. Alpacas will make a nice change of pace. We are missing her...but it is warmer where we are. Lots warmer. Somewhere it is snowing but that somewhere is not here. Here the sun is shinning in a blue, blue sky & the cats are madly chasing each other through the garden. It is very pleasant & I am off to join the cats in the sunshine.