She seems to have got impossibly tall in the two weeks away. Of course she has not - a little perhaps - but she just looked a lot taller. And her skin seems to be more like mine than her mums, she does not have much of a tan but you can see she will go brown easily like me and not go red like Jo.

She has also picked up another bucket of cocktail umbrellas and novelty stirrers like she always does, and proceeded to make me a "cocktail" of apple juice with a peach half impaled on the glass rim into which she sticks the various flags and umbrellas and sparkely things the way she saw them do it in the rock bar her and Jo spent most evenings in.

She gave me a massive hug.

She told me tails of water parks and the friends she made and the things she saw. Showed me the picture of her on a donkey that carried her along cobbled streets in the old part of town.

I am so glad she is back.