Once upon a time, a while ago, my life was travelling.
I spent months at a time in India for work, coming back to catch up for a week or two before going off again. It was interesting but not really fun.
Apart from the things that were off the wall, unplanned and more random than I could ever imagine.
I met the god Shiva a number of times and he made sure that I knew he was around – see.. https://smallthunderdog.blog/2015/03/28/of-gods-and-thunderdogs/
Eventually that all calmed down and I haven’t been out of the UK for over two years.
And I didn’t want to.
I still don’t really. These two little monkeys have filled my heart in a way that I didn’t think possible, but needs must.
So I’m off to Australia.
And like everything in my life – it’s not simple. I’m unvaccinated and the Australians have been very, very rigid about travel. It was all very fraught. https://smallthunderdog.blog/2022/07/03/schrodingers-dog/
But at the last minute, they’ve opened up travel and mine is pretty much the first flight out.
Or is it, as one of my colleagues commented without irony, a deity giggling at me?
I already miss the doglets.
But life is still out there. And it has to be lived.