The folks arrived safely in Australia on Wednesday morning.
My mum caused a bit of a kerfuffle at customs by beating the record for cigarettes brought into the country by one person. Unsurprisingly customs officials didn't believe her when she told them they were all for her personal consumption and confiscated the lot. They clearly didn't know what a proficient smoker she has become over the years and thought she was going to open an unlicensed tobacconist in the Dong.
The good news is she can pick them up on her departure in two months time.
My dad's holiday began disappointingly for him, when on Thursday morning me and him got up early to watch our teams do battle in the F.A. Cup.
His face was a picture as Everton scored the winner with a mere two minutes remaining in extra-time. Seeing the Blues beat Liverpool has always given me enormous pleasure but to witness it in such a fashion and in the company of a Red was special, very special. Of course Dad didn't think so and spent the day sulking in the garden.
Things didn't improve for him the next day when the sweltering summer heat caused him to faint, giving us all a scare. He's still feeling a bit weak today but is on the mend. The heat's taking it's toll on the entire state, and it's no wonder mum and dad are feeling it more than most.
Fortunately temperatures are forecast to peak at 44 degrees today and then drop to the thirties this coming week.
It won't just be mum and dad that are relieved.
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