Day 193: The toast is always changing

We had lunch with T & S and baby J today and took the opportunity to open this bottle that had been in our fridge all the time we were at our previous house. It was intended to welcome us to our new home there, but it served for this house instead. We sat out on the deck in the shade and proposed a toast to our shared US adventure. "Living the dream!" someone chimed in. T & S brought a bottle of our favourite champagne with them, so opening this didn't seem like the most generous of all gestures, but, all importantly, it was cold and ready to go.

The girls enjoyed showing off the house and their bouncy castle. Exile #3 even helped me pack it up at bedtime (it fits in the supplied bag which is good, but is prodigiously heavy) to allow the grass some recovery time and avoid the rain that we are expecting tomorrow and Tuesday. Exile #4 meanwhile had taken herself off and fallen asleep on her bed in her clothes.

Church this morning felt good - it was nice to have put the uncomfortable feelings about leaving the other church behind us and just get back to being together. All-in-all, it has been a packed weekend and we are absolutely shattered at the end of it.

Oh yes, and pop pun #21 for title watchers - this feature can now share a drink in New York. I bring my camera out to sea...