As I flew in to Montevideo this morning, I was taken back twenty years, when we arrived in Barbados for a four-year posting. The youngest of my three, then aged just over two, said, as we got to the hotel where we would spend five weeks until we found a house, 'I want to go home.' I asked: 'Where's home?' and she answered 'I don't know, but it's far, far away.' (Hey, why isn't the !M button working? I'd better be brief.)

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