And so we are about to board an A380 so huge it is hard to believe it can fly, hopefully qantas have repaired any wing cracks, after a relaxing week in Melbourne, some beach days hot and sunny, even warm enough to swim in the sea though a nippy shock after Thailand. They say Melbourne can see four seasons in a day, one minute you hang your towel on the sunny balcony, the next it's drenched in a downpour out of nowhere.
It was lovely to spend time with family, didnt shop as everything here now so expensive, but lots of large meals so even resorted to jogging as didnt fancy the sea again and no pool, my sister introduced me to the concept of interval training courtesy of her personal trainer, useful for those of us who need to walk or stop every few metres for the burn to fade and to breathe, so when Martin yelled to keep up the pace I could wheeze, 'you go on, I'm interval training'.
Next trip should be Bilbao on the 29th for a weekend, but the Spanish have called a general strike for that day. If ever there was a time for Basque independence that time has come.