It rained last night so that gives me a good excuse not to water this morning. I don't know why this gives me such pleasure; the days are long and I'm always scratching for ways to fill the hours. I suppose I prefer other ways of passing time than mundane tasks like watering. I certainly have one task which needs to be sorted: making sense of all the TV shows I've downloaded in the past few weeks and making a plan as to what we will actually watch ... and when.
For the past couple of weeks Nera's mother in the Philippines has not been well and Nera has decided that she needs to fly home to be with her. It's not easy; she has a high-powered job and is reluctant to take time off. However, she would not forgive herself if anything went wrong and she hadn't made the effort, so I think she has a flight booked for early in the week.
I remember back in the 1950's, not long after we had arrived in Australia, Mum heard that her father was ill. There was no way in those days that it would have been possible for her to get back to Scotland in a hurry but I know she would have gone if she could. It might have been only a year or two after we had arrived in Australia because I can remember hearing her talking about it in the kitchen of our house in Northfields Lane and we had left there by 1955..
That's one of the difficulties with immigration to another country; the benefits are balanced somewhat by the difficulties caused by the distance you now are from those you've left behind.
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