We're back from nine days in Sydney (our longest trip to our hometown since we moved to Melbourne almost 5 years ago), pleasantly exhausted from incessant socialising, celebrating and overeating but so, so happy to be back in our little house and reunited with a very cuddly and purry orange cat.
While attempting to catch up on the 500+ blog posts that accumulated in my feed while I was away, I came upon the sad news that Elizabeth Beresford, creator of the Wombles, died on 24 December. The Wombles have always held a special place in my heart. As a very small child, I remember watching the Wombling Free movie with my Granny Mabel. I adopted Bungo as my middle name at some point in my adolescence when I got fed up with being the only person I knew who only had one name. I even tried to convince Mr Fantapants that we should both take Womble as our surname, mainly so that we could turn up to restaurants and say, 'We've got a reservation...for the Wombles.'*
In Elizabeth's memory, I offer you the soundtrack of my very-young childhood:
* Not much surprise that he chuckled slightly to humour me and then said, 'NO', but our cat's full name is Morris Watersports Womble, so at least one of us took the name.