The lights of Melbourne's outer northern suburbs look more beautiful than anything Michelangelo painted on any roof of any chapel tonight.

Even the announcement that the current temperature was 10 degrees was met with great positivity.

As we disembarked it was like being reborn - home the most underrated and taken for granted thing in the known universe.

When we got to the customs desk the Aussie voice was the sweetest music to my ears and even sweeter we took about 5 minutes to go from the plane to the arrivals area with our bags to see Glenn, Narelle and the kids waiting for us.

We got back to my car and after much shifting and removing of variants of luggage, we managed to close the boot and make a hasty course to Hungry Jacks. Why on earth I was craving a Whopper is beyond me as I may have 2 a year but I had to have one there and then.