Day 81, and there’s this weird feeling of quiet here in contrast to Sydney. It’s a lovely sunny day, Zoe is still with us and having a magnificent time, and we’re preparing to fly north tomorrow. But to what? Zura sent me a long stream-of-consciousness note. She had just sent mum & Xanthe home from dinner at her house. And it was obviously pretty depressing. Mum was in a wound-up state of near depression, swinging low with all her (largely self inflicted) problems, and then lashing out at zura for perceived slights from two years ago. Little Happy, the corgi that lives at Zura’s, is very protective of Zura, and straight out bit Mum when she sensed Zura was stressed from being under attack. I’ll talk with Zura this morning and try and untangle it all. I’m not sleeping well lately, so I’m in a haze this morning. But there’s not much on today, so I can rest a bit before the chaos of Sydney begins tomorrow morning.