I know that the kids playing outside is the best thing about being back in Australia.
I know that my dishwashing liquid smells like Mr Muscle – which is concerning – and my hand soap smells like disprin. Yuck.
I know that I will be buying different brands of both of the above.
I know that the walls in the dining room are covered in Xanthe’s graffiti.
I know that yesterday the weather in Melbourne was all the hell over the place.
I know that we still haven’t finished unpacking.
I know that today is Friday and after a week of wakeful children up and down all night long, tomorrow I get to sleep in and I know that I really need it.