I worked Monday. It went fast. I drank a lot of coffee. Mum arrived, with Aunty Gaye, having flown over 24 hours from Australia. They were exhausted. I couldn’t believe it had been 500 days since we’d left Mum, waving at Perth airport. It doesn’t seem that long. We made Vegemite on hot buttered toast for supper. I’d been at work all day, and Dan and I joined The Boys from Australia at some fancy pants restaurant downtown, which didn’t leave an impression.