Brother and mother left for Geelong last night and I gave them a wave and a hug before they left. With them gone, Dad turned his sights on me and opened up both barrels of the discovery channel telling me about all these crocodiles he'd seen and facts about them. I fled for bed. Just had lasagne. I can't remember the last time I had a meal that was cooked in a way other than being re-heated in the microwave. I love microwaves. They cook things so insidiously.