Australia, July 2015 Feeling sheepish
Who doesn't love a a giant concrete sheep? This was moved from its original location because too few people were visiting it.
We climbed up inside, taking a look out of both eyes towards a shopping mall and a roundabout. Half way up, the girls threw coins to make a wish.
And they have accurately modelled the nutsack.
No idea what else Goulburn has to offer. The Big Merino is next to McDs and Subway, in turn right next to the freeway. We drove for another long while and grabbed some fruity lunch in Mittagong, then went back to Seaforth. The kids were crazily excited to be home and tell their mum all about the snow and Questacon and everything. We spent about half an hour watching about 90 seconds total footage of them tobogganing.
We cracked open the beer, and pizza came and went. After seeing the girls to bed us adults watched The Kingsman, which was a pretty decent movie, and then I made them watch Kung Fury. I thought Kevin was going to literally die laughing for most of the first 10 minutes. Then the Hoff song, before, oh, hello, The Ashes is on terrestrial TV.
I'd kept up with the score - we'd skittled the Aussies out early doors and now it was lunch. Which meant time to start on the Australian gin. Things get sort of hazy - I drink loads of gin, the bread pudding is polished off, we watch England pile on a few runs, Kevin goes to bed and the next thing I know he wakes me up on the sofa at 0320. Oops.
Two glasses of water and a third for my room stave off the worst of the hangover. I am already awake when Harriette shouts "but we have to wake Uncle Darren!" directly outside my room, thankfully. Up and straight out: Saturday morning means football.
Football over, we drive into Manly for waffles. I fear the chocolate will kill me.
The local rag warns of horrific winter weather on the way.
So, we go to the beach in the lovely warm sunshine.