Am back from Sydney where I saw a very big spider and a very big cockroach. Those are not trip highlights, per se, but were certainly memorable. I also saw a baby, some tourist type sights, drank Green Juice in Bondi like a good hipster (freaking delicious, who'd've thought?), boozed it up in Enmore, ate slightly more genteely in Crowsnest, tried shopping and failed (Zara, WTH? You used to be SO. GOOD. and now you are mostly rubbish) and did some other things, too.
I am become more middle-aged by the minute. I am freaking about about the state of the great pile of unwashed things at my home, the invasion of Daddy Long Legs in our absence (why yes, I do have a thing about spiders, whatever made you ask?), the emptiness of my cupboards, the emptiness of my bank account and the need to catch up at work so this is a brief placeholder (postholder?) Just had to write briefly as I feel I haven't used my weekly parenthesis quota (yet) (working on it) (obv.) Will no doubt circle back round to the trip later, in case you were worried (HAHAHAHA!)
Summed up? Sydney: Great, Aggressive (all the shoulder charging!), Lovely and Warm.