16,899.5 km to belfast
The jacaranda across the road has dropped its flowers all over the footpath and every car in the street is purple.
Claire came round with Lachie this afternoon. She'd read the last post. She stood at the window for a bit and then she said, "Write to her, Mum."
I said it's been nearly nineteen years, I wouldn't know what to put.
Lachie said, "Put the number."
So I went to the newsagent and bought a card with a koala on it, which was the least worst one, and wrote:
16,899.5 km to go.
Love, Noreen
211.5 km. Bridie still lives in Mam's house off the Ormeau Road, unless she's moved. I wrote the address out without looking it up. I'll post it Monday before I lose my nerve.