It was a strange, bittersweet week

My former office. Please note that not ALL the plastic bottles on the desk are mine. Just so happens that I sit right beside the pantry, which has insufficent counter space.

X, as a kid and Peppy. We've been going over all his old photo albums and reminscing. He basically hasn't changed much at all. Well, except less hair. He looks like his dad (sans tummy), but got his mum's delicate bone structure.

I made blueberry cheesecake. Actually, the recipe called for the involvement of a food processor for the biscuit base. I a) had no idea if we had a food processor b) was too lazy to use/ clean it anyway c) ended up improvising by smashing the buttersnaps in a plastic bag with a beer bottle. And I think I put way too much gelatine, so whilst the cake appears edible, it's got a funny aftertaste to it. Oh well.

Under the Tallebudgera bridge at low tide. See the symmetry, not the sludge.

I discovered Sanctuary Cove a little too late. It's got lovely pretentious cafes there. X and I shared an overpriced lunch at Bahia. My Spanish Prawns were too garlicky and his Fish and Chips had tartare sauce reminiscent of the Fillet o' Fish at Mc D's. As usual, X failed to inform me of the dresscode, so I turned up there in a bikini and denim cut offs (standard Gold Coast uniform), whilst the other diners in their finest I'm-rich-but-dressing-down-in-designer-casuals-with-a-Tag/ Omega/ Rado looked over curiously. This is not the first time. For Christmas 2008, we'd visited X's family in Geelong. I had no idea what the place was like and turned up with a suitcase full of stilettos and high street clothes and spent the next few days in borrowed flannels.