Tales of a tall city

Anywhere you go in Sydney, women are lining up to go to the toilets. The Opera House on a weekday in January? - queues; Circular Quay? - queues; Coogee Beach? - queues; The State Theatre? - queues.

You know the only satisfactory place for a gal to wee in Sydney? The SCG! The place is chocka block full of guys! The ladies loos are divine! I sauntered in...did a few twirls with my handbag outstretched, weaved the grapevine up and down in front of the full length mirror, belted out a few bars of Advance Australia Fair (just to be patriotic - I was at the cricket!), did my business and left. Ahh freedom!

While we are on the subject, the smell of toilets is not usually a topic to discuss, but just in case you are interested: the loos at the State Theatre? - lemonade; the Amora Hotel in the City? - maple roasted hazelnuts; the SCG? Just the clear sweet smell of space and luxury. Divine!

Husband and I dined out at a fancy smancy restaurant while in the big smoke the other night and these two frisky baguettes where assigned to our table:

I only turned away for a moment to gawk at my neighbours posh nosh and when I returned my gaze these two were at it like buns in an oven:

You may have guessed that I am easily amused.

Anyway, had a too-quick surf with Champagnekate yesterday morning. If only my kids hadn't got in the way...I would've stayed longer - crystal water and warm as a tropical island. It's good when you get it.

Happy Australia Day!
SM