Sydney, where are all your shoes??

So Sunday when it was sunny, I went to Sydney to search for small shoes.... so far this sounds like a Dr Suess book...


But there was hardly any to be found....


So luckily for me the main reason I went to Sydney was satisfied, that is to see my beautiful friend Mads from uni.  You just know when a friend is a genuine, close friend and I know I've said this before, but I don't care this is my blog and I'm going to repeat myself.  It is just like nothing has changed, no time has past, no distance too great, you just fall straight back into the same conversations, jokes and mutual moaning of old times.  It's been nearly a year and a half and it was just like yesterday.  It was fantastic to see her again.


The train journey into Sydney from where I'm staying takes just over an hour and the scenery was breathtaking from cliffs of bush and forest to views of the beaches and oceans, it was really incredible.... but you'll just have to take my word for it.  So where are the photos you ask...well...that is where I was a bit rubbish.  


I've been struck down with the first cold I've had since I can't remember when, so no photos were taken...this time. I mostly sat on the train swimming in my pity pool of illness. I promise next time I will make more of an effort, 'swallow a teaspoon of cement and harden the fuck up'.


Even though it's Winter here on the weekend it was still like in the mid-twenties and I've obviously been acclimated to British weather, everyone else was walking around in jeans, jackets, boots and scarfs and here's me in a short sleeved dress (probably lurgy sweats added).


So I still need to do boring government required registering scenario stuff here and by the way if anyone is coming to this fine country and needs tips I am rapidly becoming an expert. 


Next blog - I promise more pictures (of scenery, buildings and quirky people), more interesting Australian facts (cause I have already told you we now are the forerunners for the most morbidly obese - rock on chubbers),more moaning about how Aussie bureaucracy is driving me nuts and more dream sequences where I go ballistic in a various government offices and hurt people with desk stationary that is ready and waiting to be wielded as a viable weapon.  


Seriously you should see me with a staple puller...just like a ninja.