Return
And just as suddenly, we're back in our house as if we'd never left (apart from with an added sense of exhaustion because half past six in the evening is the equivalent of near midnight). We've used an industrial earth mover to clear the sea of junk mail from underneath the letterbox, and have started unpacking - including the bag which I just declared on the customs form as roughly $200 worth of jam and biscuits.
That should keep us going for a while.