A (belated) Happy New Year to you all.
Don’t judge me, but I rang in the New Year over G&Ts at the Mooloolaba Bowls Club. It was the first time I had been in my home town for New Year’s in 10 years and let’s just say it was an experience. I learned a new phrase “slut guts”, was shocked and alarmed that Myer at Maroochydore did not stock Leona Edmiston party frocks and found out that bus drivers on the Sunshine Coast get police escorts on New Year’s Eve. Anyway, I am happy to report that the Brooding Architect and I are back in town after 11 days in Queensland. We were even lucky enough to get about 5 days of sunshine amongst all of the rain.
While I diligently recorded what we ate and drank while away, amongst all of the swimming, reading and afternoon naps, I honestly just did not have the motivation to post from the road. So expect plenty of posts in the coming days, while I hide away in the study since the living room and chaise lounge has been taking over by The Brooding Architect for very important cricket viewing purposes.