July 1^st

We’ve finally made it home. It is our Great Reward for enduring London’s interminable Winter Lockdown, a shapeless blob of despair punctuated by muddy walks on the Heath. Here now in, or should I say, above, Pitt Street, I can hear Sydney’s Town Hall clock and the call of a magpie flying past our very own bird’s nest on the fifty something floor. Twenty-four hours is a long time in a paper face mask and I don’t recommend the curry option for dinner. It will haunt you. I’d forgotten quite how long the flight was, having flown precisely nowhere since December 2019 thanks to a Bat Out Of Wuhan. On this occasion, luck was with us and miraculously, on the 28th of June, we had permission to fly. Cue frenzied packing, paperwork, PCRs, passenger locator forms, temperature checks, holding pens, queues and eerily quiet airport terminals. When we […]