Good to be home

We've just been to Brisvegas for baby scans.  All is good.  Being from the city myself, I was familiar with the hussle and bussle of city life.  But it's amazing what you get used to.  I now look forward to seeing horses in the paddock when I wake in the morning and not having to put up with lawn mowers and leaf blowers during the day.  I don't think I could ever get used to having a major highway outside my bedroom window again.  On my one afternoon off, I was surprised to find that wandering around Indooroopilly shoppingtown was not relaxing as it once was.  It's good to be home.