A little bit of ingenuity - those Kiwis are not the only ones with ingenuity you know - and I found a way of creating another password!
You don't get rid that easily you know

Arrived in lovely old, smelly old, dirty old Heathrow on Friday morning and within two hours were passing the junction for our old home. The kids all wanted to drive past our house to check out any alterations/demolition that may have occurred since. Oh and then there was the obligitory visit to the pub for a warm flat ale Well it was lunchtime!

I popped up to see all 'my lot' (not that there are many of us any more) for the weekend with the children and we climbed and walked to our hearts content. Edmund Hilary's family need worry no more. New Zealand now has another avid climber. Our JT has discovered he's a monkey and has spent the remainder of our trip searching for climbing shooes
... and for the record dearest Cuz, fused vertebrae and climbing 'the purple ones' on a climbing wall DO NOT mix!

The funeral was on Tuesday and I hope Grandma Not would have been proud. It was a lovely do and the first funeral I have ever been to when the faith seemed to make sense. Grandma Not was a staunch Catholic and not just someone who donned a hat weekly and notched up loyalty points with the great Service Provider in the Sky. She really did believe that whatever happened 'He' was keeping an eye on her. Do you know what, I really think he did too.

Now the long haul has started. Anyone want a book or six thousand

I like a good book in fact I tend to adopt books just so that I am sure that they will go to a loving home but I do try to exercise discretion! Grandma Not, however, owns every diet book (and ironically cookery book!), gardening book, sewing book, travel guide (etc, etc!) ever written. Yesterday we formed a human chain of all the children and started the migration of the books from the attic room down to the garage. Ok, so a few found themselves into a little pink plastic box for me but not very many. Honest

Off to see 'Nana and Ditz Herneschase' today. They probably won't know a thing about it as they (my parents) have been pushing up daisies for many a moon now. The children are going armed with pot plants and trowels, intent on giving them a Spring-clean. Our now rare visits to my parents' grave usually ends up as a bit of a 'jolly' as they have a wonderful view of the Buckinghamshire countryside and the kids love it there.

Home on Monday morning and LC and I will be big and brave about it. When asked by one of my rellies this week where home was for her, LC said this and I think it just about sums up the situation.
"This is home but New Zealand is where I live"

I may not blog again until I reach Kiwiland but thank you for being lovely and making my trip home so painless, all you inhabitants of the Motherland