Another day in paradise

Every Monday I get up at 4.30am and fly to Sydney to start another week. I feel like a lab rat. During the week, I get up, go to work, go back to the apartment, eat eggs on toast, go to bed, get up and go to work all over again.

Now most normal people would go to bed early on the Sunday, but as I only get to sit and blether to my good lady over a bottle of wine on the weekends, it would be a shame to cut short our time on the deck supping and chatting.

So last night we were still putting the world to rights at midnight when a massive storm raced over the hoose, ironic given my last post, and subsequently blew an old tree over and into our pool. So there I was, pissed, in ma jammys, and dragging a eucalyptus oot the pool at midnight in the pouring rain.

4.30am came around far too fast.