Secret Squirrels in Sydney

Recently here in sunny Oz we had a run of my new favourite reality tv show, 'So You Think You Can Dance'. I love to watch this show because in my head I can dance just like the people on this show. In real life I dance like some kind of wounded animal, but that's neither here nor there. On the finale they got in a bunch of 'proper' dancers to do little skits in between the finalists' dances, so we had a turn from the Queensland Ballet, Stomp, some modern new york ballet thing, and this quite gob smacking performance from some dancers from a group called Pilobolus (whose name always makes me want to sing "do doo do doo do" in a muppet like fashion after I say it). We were quite taken aback by these dancers, as it didn't seem quite right to either of us that human beings can actually do some of the stuff they were doing. Quite incredible.

As it turned out, they were doing a short run at a theatre in Sydney - and my husband (god bless him and all who sail in him) decided to arrange a secret trip to Sydney for us to go and see them. It didn't stay a secret for long as I am super perceptive and worked out pretty quickly what he was up to…. I keep trying to tell him that it just goes to show how well we know each other, not that he is predictable. So we flew down to Sydney at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning, and went directly to have breakfast at Bills in Darlinghurst - one of Bill Granger's places. His scrambled eggs were oh so yummy! Then we went for a bit of a wander round Darlinghurst, which is very trendy and lovely darling. We ended up at Australian Galleries, not entirely unintentionally. We bought a bunch of art by this artist when we were on Kangaroo Island - we couldn't decide which one we liked best so we were very decadent and bought them all! We googled her when we got home, and it turns out that this gallery has quite a lot of her stuff, and she exhibits there sometimes. So we popped in, and asked to see some of her 'pieces'. Felt very grown up when the gallery sales person attendant lady person got out literally EVERYTHING, including going into all the drawers of secret stuff, and gave us little white gloves to look through everything…. Ended up buying another couple of little piccies, which are very cute and lovely. I am a bit worried now though that we might just look like a Christina Cordero gallery when we are finally able to hang all our stuff up on the walls….

So then off we headed to the hotel - we were staying in

the Intercontinental once more, scene of the last 2 days of our honeymoon, which was really nice. Checked in and headed off for a wander - ended up at the Argyle on the Rocks which a colleague of mine had recommended - this might be the coolest pub in the world EVER and I felt very old and frumpy and out of place. Fortunately as it was lunchtime not too many of the beautiful people were there, so my inadequacies could be contained.

After a bit of a nibble and a glass of fizz we headed off to find the theatre, as we were going to the matinee performance. Words fail me as I try to describe the show (I'm not sure whether the arty types would call it a show, or a performance, or a piece, or whatever). It was very physical, almost circus-esque kind of dancing, but absolutely amazing. If you ever get an opportunity, go see!

We were in definite need of a nana nap at that point, but no time! We headed off to Rockpool for dinner, which is one of Neil Perry's restaurants. It was freakin great. We had 4 courses, 5 glasses of wine each, and just a great evening. Sometimes it's nice to totally splurge and treat yourself to something very fancy - I think it was probably the fanciest and properest restaurant I've ever been to, but still quite chilled out and unpretentious, as Australian eateries are. We had such a great time that I kissed the waiter on the way out. I'll admit I was a little fat and tipsy and overexcited when I did it, and he was very gallant about it, but I had a moment of realisation about what I had just done when I got a few metres down the road, and was dying of shame all the way back to the hotel. Not helped by Stu singing "She kissed the waiter and she liked it" to me all the way home. Ah well, we don't need to ever go back!

So a full on and exhausting day, but really really wonderful. Didn't get up to much on the Sunday, as we were fully tired, just had a potter around. Sydney is a great place to visit, but I still don't think I could ever live there. Brisbane is the one for me (or maybe Melbourne if I had to, but don't tell Dan or else he'll crow about it).

Not a lot else to report. Winter is well and truly setting in - in fact the temperature got into single figures the other night. We've dug out the duvet, slippers, jumpers etc. It's quite nice really, I don’t mind a bit of cold. We're off to New Zealand for a week in August, when it will be VERY cold, and we're really looking forward to getting a bit cosy and drinking loads of wine by the fire. Feels like such a long time since we've been properly, good and Englishly cold. Funny the things you get nostalgic about. I've now completed my species allegiance swap at the RSPCA, and am walking dogs instead of cleaning up after cats. It's really good, and has given me a bit more confidence with the doggies - I think that when you just have to get on with going into pens of dogs you don't know and deal with them jumping up at you etc, you just have to get over your fear pretty quick! I'm having some emotional attachment issues though which is sad…. I wish we could buy a house and rescue this one particular woofer that I have fallen badly in love with, but I don't think it's going to happen! Ah well, there will be some other worthy recipient of Robinson love when the time comes, I have no doubt.

Well over and out for the moment, at least I managed to blog more than twice in a year!