Wednesday 23 February 2011
Today was destined to be a guy’s worst nightmare and a girl’s dream….. a trip to none other than Westfield Doncaster (yes David, i know you are reading this with a northern accent). I can assure you it was Doncaster, VIC not UK. We rocked up around 11am i reckon, started with a coffee and trip round Toys r Us as tomorrow is Michael’s birthday. Presents back to the car and onto the coffee, i must admit they have perfect coffee and this is Day 2 remember and no sight of Starbucks, these Melbournians must be good at roasting and appreciating their own coffee. They also do like catering for Gluten free lovers and do good Ham and Cheese croissants (unrelated to previous Gluten comment).
We must have looked in a fair few shops but mainly for presents, so no one spent too much. Lunch was cool, a grand forecourt, on the American scale but with the grace and quality of something not American, although admittedly it had a Mc Donalds, we chose the Fresh cooked Burger outlet instead with Real Beef.
I forgot to mention my slight problem with an adapter for my toothbrush, basically stupid English and their EU rules of no power point in the bathroom, so the short of it is that i had no adapter, wouldn’t fit in one i had, couldn’t find one in any shop. So i thought what would my mother do, probably continue trying until it eventually fitted in or broke, so thats a no go. Father would probably say cut your losses buy a new toothbrush, a grand option so new toothbrush with an Aussie charging plate with my British toothbrush on, sorted.
So yeah lunch was good, and it was nearing end of school so two kids to collect, a quick trip to get wrapping paper, obviously via Ralph Lauren which is about 3 times more expensive than the UK but 10 times more way out in their clothes, some tie dye was found, but not purchased!
Short trip home, its only about 5 or 10 km so nice and close, quick cuppa, off to get the boys meet their teachers and home for the evening. I did go out again later for a quick walk and bumped into a fellow Pom, nice guy named Phil. Phil said he was new to the area, moved in last year and was living with his Wife and Kids in Sackville Street. We had a coffee and enjoyed the ambiance, turns out it was Cousin Phil!
We had a nice risotto for dinner, i felt out for the count absolutely knackered but sleep beckoned.