erilyn | Home again, home again, jiggetty jig

Awwww, six days out of seven, I'm normally being rude about my brother or bitching about him. Not today. Cause he picked me up from the airport, which wasn't what we'd arranged. He really should have been on his way to work instead, but after nearly 24 hours in transit, I was *very* happy to see him :) Flight went smoothly enough, but damn I'm glad to be home.

Have sort of unpacked, done a couple of loads of washing, fed the cat (who was flatteringly glad to see me, if I overlook the cupboard love nature of her welcome), watered some of the garden (you should see the lengthy list of daily watering I have to do while the parents are absent), staggered up to supermarket to stock up on essentials (managing to remember every ingredient for faux-Mexican tortillas except the mince), and went to the hairdresser (by which time I'd seriously hit a wall, and dozed off when they washed my hair!)

Picked up some dinner on the way home, and sat on the front steps in the afternoon sun, reading a Pros zine that arrived while I was away, and my cat came and kept me company.

It's good to be home :)