Warragul

And so the road train trundled on, only by plane rather than train, back from Sunny Sydney to equally Sunny Melbourne.  And on we travelled this time to Warragul so I could torment William, admire Sage's beautiful singing, inspect the gardens and the vegetable patch, eat home grown potatoes and vegetables, not to mention roast beef (not home grown!), play with the dogs and the cat, chat to Belinda and catch up with Matthew.

The sun continued to shine.

Lindsey and The Builder came too.

Ian remained abandoned in Melbourne (which I suppose is better than being Abandoned in Sydney!!).

Matthew claims that he had carefully cleared the bungalow of spiders, snakes, drop bears and bunyips.  So when I found a humungous, builder-eating sized huntsman in the bungalow at bedtime, we summoned Matthew to deal with it.  Which he did.  But not with his dustpan and brush which proved insufficient for the mighty task.  He had to use a box and a piece of paper!

It was a good evening.  Must do it again :-)