I might have mentioned that my mum was about to start off on an epic road trip with her caravan from one side of the country to the other to come and see us and help us make The Big Move South. Well, the road trip she expected to last several weeks only lasted one day - and while she and her puppy are okay, her caravan and car are not. Huge winds coming south of Carnavon swept them off the road, wrecking both car and caravan.
Thankfully (thankfully) some other drivers weren't too far behind her, and stopped and helped Mum & Ruby (the pup) get out of the car. And thankfully she was insured, and the insurer has already agreed to write off the car and caravan and pay her out. So she's now flown home, and is staying with my sister while she re-adjusts her plans.
I'm so so so glad she is safe, and can't imagine how scary it would have been. My mum is the adventuring type - I love this about her, but it also scares me to bits - particularly when I get news like this (or the phone call from DFAT telling me that she was stuck in Bolivia in the midst of a civil uprising, and the embassy was trying to get her out of there - no, I don't make these things up! - Keely, I think we may have a competition here for World's Coolest Mum). She's been travelling for about 3 years - so I can't wait to see her in the flesh for a proper big hug (even if I'm a bit lumpy for hugging at the moment).
One of Mum's photos from WA
Other "news" from our region:
- Queasiness - I thought I was all done with this, but it is back, and doesn't seem as benevolent as my thankfully gentle dose of morning sickness. It is more of a dizzy/ faint/clammy/queasiness - and so far seems to mainly hit when I'm sitting on the train in the morning. I feel like I have to concentrate so that I don't faint. Will mention it to my GP next time I see her.
- Weariness - I don't know if it is the last few busy weeks of semester (and extra teaching to fill in for my boss who has had to fly overseas for his dad's funeral - sad) or the beginning of the third trimester, but I am suddenly getting hit by the tiredness truck again. I find myself counting down the weeks until teaching is over - and for the first time in this job my motivation is flagging.
- This sounds really silly, but I keep looking at people in the street and thinking "you were a halloumi in your mum's tummy once!" It shocks me that this is the only way human beings get here - that for every human walking around, there is (or was) a mother who carried them just like I'm carrying halloumi. And vice versa - that one day (touch wood) Haloumi will be one of the people on the street - all adult-looking and with a life of his/her own. Yikes.
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