I just flew in from London and boy are my arms tired!

Day One in the Big Brother House.

Slept until 7. Under close supervision made porridge in a microwave AND didn't even make the microwave smoke or break or anything.

Dropped Sylv at an appointment. Walked down shopping street and forced laughter to stay on inside, not nice to mock the afflicted inhabitants - everyone moaning about cold weather. Cold weather? Breezy? Yes very. Cold? Not so much. At least 18 degrees here and no sign of anything even vaguely frostlike but it did rain tonight, for a little minute.

Sifted through baskets of fabric stash in sewing room, acquired a few for Northern Hemisphere repatriation. Haven't even begun on baskets of yarn stash. Have made arrangement with Sylv that come the time to divide the spoils here I will get the entire contents of the sewing room and Giovanna, will have all the jewellery. Strangely Giovanna readily accepting of non-stash acquisition.

Off in about 8 hours to Australian Quilt Convention for a poke around and a nosey. Hoping to see familiar faces then off to Golden Brother's for dinner.

Locket is not alone in her familial set-up. I too have a bossy big sister and we are working to a timetable now.

Sunday - visit to the High Country for aged uncle's birthday party.

Tuesday The Farm (nr Great Ocean Road) for visit to Giovanna's m-i-l and then to race meeting. Possibly overnight, must check.

Thursday/Friday nights - stay with cousin on farm in Heathcote region.

So next week think of me travelling the UK equivalent of London to Glasgow several times but on roads haunted by suicidal marsupials and in bitter, icy temperatures (hahahahaha!)

We have a full tank of gas, a half a pack of cigarettes, it is dark and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it! (Plus I have fully charged my camera) Cue Peter Gunn theme.