Made it to the airport for our little holiday. Standing in the baggage queue at Virgin and the husband notices a familiar ex AFL face. After some brain storming he came up with the name …. Fraser Gehrig. Not that interesting until he ends up sitting next to us on the plane. The husband can never again complain about his legs being too long for economy. The poor fellow had to stick his legs out in the aisle so everyman and his trolley tripped over him. I asked him if it was annoying being recognised….He said it doesn't happen much any more. But I think he’s wrong.

Our Hotel room is lovely. Nice views over the river. Stan didn't care about the view. All he cared about was the fluffy dressing-gown and the matching slippers. There is something I noticed with a bit of sadness - sparrows - they seem like a pest until they are overrun by Indian Miners. Had a great evening at the casino. And what can I say...... no rain, needed my sunglasses and I wasn't cold.