I know that technically this is the shortest day of the year, but for Terry and I it has been the opposite.
After three brilliant weeks with us, Rich, Silvi, Annalia and Rafa left to return home to Australia.
There were tears at the airport – many of them mine as we waved them off through departures.
We won’t see them again (except on facetime) until next Christmas – so the memories of the last 22 days will have to keep us warm.
There was a lot of laughter – much, though not all, at my expense. I may share some of them over the next few days (well I can’t write about rugby all the time can I?)
Safe journey kids!
They say you shouldn’t wish your life away – but we can’t wait until next December.