Back in the shire

It's been a wrenching week of highs and lows: my first plane trip, my first cold, two new teeth and frantic socialising.

There was a bit of much needed respite when Erik took me on a tour of his bookshop in Melbourne.

It was most relaxing to sit back on the rainbow rug and admire the fine selection of literature.

My mate Hugsie dropped by for a bit of piano practice. I felt so sorely outclassed by his toothsome grin that I promptly sprouted two teeth in retaliation.

I also spent a windy Sunday afternoon entertaining the French side of la famille.

And the photographer didn't even show up for my trips to the koala sanctuary and the fairy penguins with my Finnish cousins. Little wonder that I was beside myself with joy when I finally returned to the shire and my very own hobbit hole.