Good times

Another week has gone, and extremely quickly. It certainly doesn't feel like it's been an entire week since Ebba flew home to Sweden. But now it's Monday again, following a great Sunday spent mostly at Avoca markets and the beach. Our two travelling visitors were very happy to spend the afternoon on the beach, running between the huge ocean surf, the warm lagoon, and Clara's and my spot in the shade under my beach umbrella. Daisy was over the moon too, looking adoringly at the girls and asking "Do you want to be my best friend?". (Of course they wanted, who wouldn't?).

The evening the girls spent mostly planning to go straight back to the beach (any beach, we have no shortage) in the morning. They also did manage some more advanced planning involving places like Melbourne, Brisbane, Surfers Paradise and the Whitsundays. Not sure where they ended up on the travel plans though.

I also have not had a chance to ask them this morning, because they are still asleep. It's now 10.40 am, and they have yet to emerge from the guest room. Unless they climbed out the window and took off to Surfers Paradise in the night, but I doubt it. I find myself being very much a GROWN-UP. Because I suspect real grown-ups also think to themselves: "Tut tut, young people. Still sleeping! Half the day wasted! Tut tut."

In reality, I achingly long for those days when I could choose not to get up all day if I wished. The days when I opened one eye at around lunchtime on a Sunday and Dwayne went out and got us burgers to eat in bed. They were good times, when nobody demanded cartoons at 5.30 am, or wanted to be fed before dawn. Good times indeed.

Three happy beach babes.