It’s difficult to drive away from Angaston because we’ve made so many friends and feel so at home here. It’s an emotional moment. On top of that, it’s a rainy morning which prompted the headline on this story.
But spellcheck didn’t like the headline.
It keeps changing The gods wept to The god swept.
The former feels more emotional, which Jamie would prefer, but the latter sounds tidier, which wins my obsessive-compulsive vote. If there’s some Roman god of cleanliness named Broomius who’s going to tidy up in our wake, well, who am I to argue with “The god swept?”
We’ll be back. Sooner rather than later.