Why did I have to go to paradise eh?


Since returning from Australia everything here seems so boring, dull, pointless, and outright COLD.

Is it bad that after just a single week there I’m totally hooked on the place? My nickname has been Roo since I was a baby, family reasons…. but since I landed back in Blighty I’ve worn my Aussie Roo necklace everyday. I don’t even take it off to sleep.

I honestly CRY at programs or adverts about the land down under now, and find myself “window shopping” travel websites. It’s surely not right to miss it so very much is it? There’s nothing like Austrailia, NO KIDDING.

In my heart I think I have emigrated there already! In reality I doubt I’ll ever go again, possibly after we retire in a few decades. It’s only the cost stopping me, you would not believe how many Aussie holiday competitions I’ve entered since going there, but does lightening strike twice….? If it does, please please karma let it be a few tickets, I want so much for my boys to see paradise too.

Someone, anyone, send me HOME, I don’t belong in England.

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