The Lost Realm

Yesterday was the longest Friday of my life. I saw the sun rise, the sun set, the sun rise again, and then set again, all from aeroplane windows. I had breakfast twice, and dinner twice. I would have had lunch twice, but my poor body was having trouble remembering exactly when it was supposed to be hungry.

As a by-product of this, I’m sitting here in Denver, Colorado. It’s quite nice here, and I’ve spent the day walking about, checking out the Colorado History Museum, absorbing the feel of the city, and generally realising just how cold Perth isn’t. I’ve never experienced cold that makes ones ears hurt. It’s very peculiar. Jumping into a big pile of snow for the first time, however, makes all of that worthwhile.

So far, Denver seems very nice, but starting tomorrow I’ll be doing more work than play. I’m sure I’ll find a little more time to take a look around the place, though. Any suggestions?

Yesterday morning, as I was taking Romilly to Debs’ house, she told me that she wasn’t “allowed to live in the awful tower”. Romilly told me that there was a picture that would explain what she meant.

As a paranoid parent, I’m always on the watch for language that might mean something else; something terrible.

So, arriving at Debs’ house, I asked if Romilly could show me this picture of the awful tower. Debs seemed amused, but I went in to see the cause of my daughter’s concern. Romilly raced into the living room to show me a set of construction photos of… the Eiffel Tower.

No Romilly, you can’t live in France.