Arrived in Sydney early afternoon on Friday.
Someone, somewhere, was determined to make me famous!
There were film crews at the shed of a terminal I left Melbourne from, then once I got to sydney I was asked if I'd be ok with being filmed for a magazine shoot at the Italian cafe below Marty and Jen's apartment.
Thankfully Jen got home soon after that.
After a quick catch up, some wine and a tour of Surrey Hills, Marty cane home and we took Jen to the airport to catch a flight to Vienna.
It sucks she had to leave us. What crap timing on her works behalf scheduling an overseas trip for that week!

I had a fab weekend with Marty though, although we didn't do much but drink.
Friday night we went to his mate Aarons birthing thing. Saturday we wasted the morning and met his mates in the park, followed by spending the whole evening in the pub.
Sunday i made him go food shopping, strolled along Bondi Beach and Tamarara then cooked him a lasagne.
Monday I met up with the hubby and ventured around Sydney to see the Opera House and harbour bridge. He set up a bank account and we confused the guy muchly by talking too fast and probably acting like we were together but having travelled separate places.
We met Tim a little later and headed over to Manly (the home of my future ex husband, Pat).
I preferred it over there than Bondi. It was much more Margate than the ghastly Blackpool of Bondi.
Anyhoo, timed the ferri back to the mainland perfectly, as we saw the sunset behind the harbour bridge.

Bloody loved Jen and Marty's friends. Wish I could have stayed longer and claimed them as my own for a bit. They were so lovely. Even got offered one's apartment for a bit whilst he goes away.
Definateky going to try to see Morgan when he heads to NZ and anyone else who ever visits the uk

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