Yesterday, I went to the NSW parliament, a visit which made it into our newspaper.
After that, Hubby and I went off on our own. We put the kids to bed and left them in the capable care of my parents, while we had our second night away from the children in the last 8 years. The last time we had a night away we made Boo Boo, so we've been a bit reluctant to do this sort of thing again but we're safe now, so off we went. It's a bit sad, isn't it. I've had 4 nights away from my children in the last 8 year, two of which were with my beloved, the other two with a dear friend. We resolved yesterday that we would aim to make this an annual event.
One of the reasons we would like to do this again lies in the venue. You see, we have long known about the gem that is the Q Station (as the project is in the hands of a friend of Hubby's sister) but had never got round to visiting the place. Well, all you Sydneysiders out there, it's a must do.
The place is spectacular, a wonderful restoration of a heritage place (the old Quarantine Station where new immigrants were kept for weeks on end to keep diseases out of the country) and the view is stunning.
Have a look at this picture of Hubby outside our room door. That is Sydney harbour reflected in the window of our room, and Manly behind Hubby.
Go. Book now.
And tomorrow, we're off with the whole tribe - us five plus all the grandparents and aunties and uncles and cousins - for 5 days to the Kangaroo Valley.
I can't wait.
I have to admit, we've had a hard year. Moving house, renovating a house, buying expensive equipment, and in amongst all that some worries with Hubby's business. We are all exhausted.
See you all next week....