Adelaide has really grown on us this trip and it’s good to be back. We didn’t make it to Chinatown last time, but Saturday lunch here is excellent and the Saturday afternoon/evening Caiporoska making-session goes down a storm, as does almost the entire litre bottle of vodka between the two of us. Oops.
It’s even better to leave Rob in charge of 4 kids and head out the door on Sunday night for a girlie evening. There’s really only one street of restaurants and we’re planning on eating then hitting Distill, the coolest (for which read, only) cocktail bar in town. Trouble is, it’s closed. Sunday night obviously isn’t a very happening night in Adelaide. We manage to find another bar which also serves passable cocktails and stumble home to find that only one of the kids are crying and keeping Rob up. That’ll be the one with the dirty nappy Rob. He’s doing his best to rock baby Emily back to sleep but he doesn’t seem to have realised she’s in dire need of a change. My cue to slip off to bed.
Morning coffees with Jackie and Bec, who’s got 10 days to go before she gives birth. She’s looking fantastic and says she just can’t wait to pop the baby out…so I’m glad to hear that she has baby Frederick just 24 hours after I said goodbye to her.
And now I have to say goodbye to Moni, Rob and all the kids not knowing when I will see them again. I hate keep having to do this. Made even worse by the fact that, at Adelaide airport they can practically walk with me onto the plane. Just say goodbye at the door and sod off, would ya!
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