We finished our holiday in Queensland. Queensland, sunniest place in the world. With place names like the Sunshine Coast and Surfers Paradise and marketing slogans like 'Beautiful One Day, Perfect the Next', expectations as a visitor are pretty high.
But there was not a lot of sunshine and it was not much of a paradise for surfers. In my one quick dash to the stormy beach I was whipped by the sand and slapped by the foam skipping across the beach as the waves came in. Invigorating but only a fool would swim.
Of course those who live in Queensland haven't had a great week, with sandbags and road closures. To be fair to the Queensland tourism board there was some sun and we swam and took the boys to Dreamworld.
You're never too young for a theme park but I think you can be too old, it might be my last little journey there. The teacups ride at Wiggle World made me feel queasy. Actually the whole thing made me feel queasy. The husband and kids loved it. We also had a great catch-up with old friends and family.
I rather loved our trip back. I had some rare help from my other half... we're rather like the royal family and never fly together (not to preserve the line of succession like Charles and William, normally just work commitments that never quite line up with holiday plans). And even better with my husband's frequent flyer status came an upgrade to business class. You can never be too old or too young for business class
Now we're home in Auckland I'm going to give my blog some love. And my kitchen floor, my washing basket and my life.
After three weeks away in my home country I'm feeling slightly dislocated but that will disappear in a few days. Jet lag perhaps. Can you get jet lag from a two hour time difference? Prising the kids out of bed this morning made me think you perhaps you can.