From the moment they all landed, I had it in the back of my head of how hard it was going to be when they left, and of course, when they did depart, it was even harder. It broke our hearts the following morning and many times since then to listen to Aibhe calling their names and then going through each room to see where they were. Dom (Tom), Nana (Granny), Nay (Sinead), Baba (eoin). Ferg, she has finally got to saying "Gus" for you. We should have concentrated on that from the start!!
We had a few days in Hamilton island on the
Whitsundays, which was absolutely beautiful and pretty much set the tone for the remainder of the stay. Very chilled out and relaxing for all. We were lucky enough to be upgraded to a gigantic luxury apartment over looking the marina, which, despite the JCB and jack-hammer going off from time to time only 50 yards away, proved to be a fantastic stroke of luck for us all and the space it gave us. The mode of transport on the island is the golf buggy, which Aibhe would have been quite content to spend all her time in. Alissa now has serious problems getting Aibhe out of the car - she has to spend a few minutes each time in the front seat, tooting the horn and ripping the sh&t out of the gearbox.
When the family left, it rained for almost a week, how appropriate. Though the best winter rains for a long long time is very good news round these parts. All that grass we bought after the renovations has returned to life, the pool is full again and so is the water tank. And Georgia's garden is now complete - with all our families contributing beautifully to it.
