A snippet of memory ...

The MOTH and I were lying in bed on the Monday morning we were up north. It was seven o'clock and we were wide awake because we have kids and several years of having to wake up even when we don't want to has rendered us completely incapable of sleeping late, even when the opportunity presents itself.

P & S had just woken up and were in the kitchen - boiling the jug for coffee, making lunch to take to work, holding a "married and content" conversation ...

P turned the radio on.

We were in Northland, and the song on the radio was Dave Dobbyn ... Welcome Home.