The Last Supper

Last night in beautiful England was spent with my family. I wouldn’t have wanted it another way. We hit our usual Indian feeding hole (if that’s a term?) the Royal Bengal in Shifnal. None of us actually finished our meals which I’m sure was a combination of gargantuan portions and each of us feeling a little bit sick about the impending departure. Also, after the meal my mom thought it would be nice if she flicked us all with water from a bunch of drenched flowers, which was nice – see attached action shot.

We’ve all been a bit teary and the anticipation has been borderline unbearable. I guess I’m not as emotionally bulletproof as I had originally thought. Said goodbye to the Tortoises, the Pug, The Dalmation, The fish(es) and we hit the road to London.

Heathrow was killer. Not the good kind either. It literally felt like part of my heart was ripped out when we said goodbye. Not knowing when you’re going to see somebody again can do that, let alone when it’s your parents and sister.

I’m sure I’ll be made to feel at home when I reach Melb.s