It's about that stage where I grab the wife, buy a plane ticket or two and head to Australia for a few days. Last time I did that I arrived on my nephews doorstep in Brisbane and watched him fix his Harley. Made me feel heaps better. After that we grabbed a campervan and drove 6 days to my brothers place in Sydney and watched him work on his house for a while. By the time I got home I was refreshed, readjusted, reformed and rearing to go. One trip to my garage was all it took to lose the euphoria and life started in earnest again.
About due to do it again..
About due to do it again..


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