Arriving in Sydney on Australia Day, I was met with overcast skies and the promise of rain. This was apparently better than the day before when the temperature touched 40 celsius. Australia Day is a big event, with loads of public events, including, apparently, an attempt at the flip-flop record (whatever that is) and private garden barbeques, heavily laced with booze. My host, Caroline, had invited friends round and my very groggy morning was partially spent skewering prawns to toss on the barbie later.
Inevitably, we ate, drank, talked and only occasionally slagged off the Poms, which is also part of the ritual. I had to retire to bed every now and then when my eyes closed of their own accord, and would come down to find yet more empty bottles. The day ended or rather drained away as darkness came and the rain started. It was a good welcome.
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