It's not grim. But it is damn cold. That changes quickly though, as we're seated underneath a heater in Jellyfish and I'm now utterly boiling. Drinks arrive quickly but the food takes an age to even order; my omelette is lovely once it finally arrives.
On the way back I totally win the themed Parkrun game by suggesting one only for corrupt Russian oil barons: Oligarchrun. Have that!
Back at the house, Sally and Harry are now up and about. It's almost time for the kids to go swimming, so Kevin takes them and I go for a nap. Look, I'm on holiday, OK? Plus I've just been for a run and stuff.
Upon their return the girls upstairs are noisier than my neighbours back home, and that's saying something, so I'm abruptly awake and go upstairs to be interviewed about why a company should adopt agile methodologies. No, really. Then suddenly it's time for us to go out again, because Kevin and I have an appointment with a pie and a brewery crawl. Hurrah!
First, the pie. Brooky Pies, in Brookvale, has just this week been voted Sydney's best pies, after Kevin had already discovered the place and decided I needed to visit. So we're there, getting a chicken and bacon and cheese pie and holy pastry it really is very bloody good.
Then, the crawl. Brookvale has an industrial estate kind of area where loads of small alcohol makers have set up shop, so first it's a beer at Dad & Dave's. Their number zero is a fantastic porter which, of course, the don't have on. In fact the guy serving us said it was so popular he didn't even get to try it himself. No matter, we'll sit next to the brewing vats having a #3 (pils, for me) and a #1 (pale ale, for him).