Back to my point of origin, but feel both hyper-connected and strangely distanced. Unreal city, unreal island. Sprout doesn't care, of course, as long as there's milk and me he's happy. He's not so keen on the grandparents though and, presumably thanks to the plane journey, he is spraying snot every which way - his first non-teething illness. Nice to be back in the homeland of melus melus though.