Today is Australia Day, a public holiday when the Aussie celebrate themselves and their country. What’s the chance of us getting away with such behaviour in the UK?
As there was absolutely nothing we could do about our homelessness today, we headed into the city this afternoon, straight for Hyde Park and Circular Quay, where we joined with the flag-waving and BBQ eating while Ella threw numerous strops (mainly because she didn’t want to wear a hat and was unhappy with the “shade-a-babe” sunshield being put onto the pushchair as a result (it’s like a burka for pushchairs but without the letter box – don’t worry grannies, yes, you can see out of it)).
Ella was an absolute monster, but it was sufficiently noisy that we could almost forget about the racket she was making. After we had some wine at the café in the Botanical Gardens, we hardly noticed the whinging at all.
Who taught this child to talk? She's putting 4 words together at 18 months, which I can assure you is pretty good, but it's driving us nuts because she can make demands like "Ella want do walking" and "Ella want go beach" and "No - Mummy sing it". She talks incessantly. It's my own fault for talking to her in the first place.
Anyway, if you had any doubt whatsoever that we really are down under, here’s the photographic evidence. Check us right out!
3 comments:
checking you out, checking you right out boss!!!
Looks great!very very envious!!! How's the tan coming on?
Hellooo down there..
Happy australia day! Doesnt seem to be much sign of rain on those pics. Hows the house hunting going?
Jayne x
No tan yet, will be working on that, but cannot get my legs out in public as they are covered in bites - gah!
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