Jetlag and holidays

Not only did W's new boss Jenny come to the airport to pick us up, she also lent us a company car for our week's jaunt to Morninginton Peninsula, an hour or so from the city. Promising start eh? We based ourselves in a small seaside town called Rosebud, at Mirrabooka appartments (owned by a lovely couple who made us feel very welcome). Having jetlag with two small kids was a nightmare initially: we found ourselves overwhelmed by that 'falling asleep at the wheel' feeling at the precise times when T & D needed lots of attention or supervision - bath time was the worst. But within a few days we were all into the swing of it and having a ball, visiting a different beach every day, exploring trendy Sorrento, exclusive Portsea, dramatic Blairgowrie. We discovered that Ozzie Dads don't normally make sand constructions for their kids, cos everytime W built T a beach boat, car, plane etc, passers by reacted like it was a work of art. We drank a lot of iced coffee (W & V) & milkshake (T). Started to get the hang of Melbourne weather, which can change by 10 degrees from day to day. Dulcie didn't dig 37 degrees tho...