Okay, so I went to Paris - but then what?

Forgive me bloggers for it has been WEEKS since my last communication and my readership has reduced to one or two blood relatives who check in to see whether I'm still alive as I probably haven't returned calls or answered emails either.

Fear not, I am still here. I'm just reeling from my new self-imposed lifestyle whereby I go off to paid work four days per week (up from 2 1/2 days) and spend the other un-paid days trying desperately to clean up the general detritus of life.

After a lovely, albeit work, week in Paris and surrounds I flew home and re-packed my bag for a week long family holiday in Port Macquarie. Port is a seaside town five hours drive from Sydney which for WA readers would most resemble Busselton but with amenities more akin to Bunbury.

Port has a seawall (see above pic) on which it is traditional to paint a message on the rocks. Sanctioned graffitti.

Port also has the world's only dedicated Koala hospital. They take in about 300 sick Koalas each year for rehabilitation and release back into the wild. The photo above is of Barry. He is a Koala with attitude. I would love to reach out and give him a cuddle if it weren't for his large black claws. The world's oldest Koala, Birthday Girl, is one of the few permanent residents here - she is nearly 24 years old.

We had a lovely relaxing week away. On the way home we stopped by Bluey's Beach. Again for WA residents, think a big version of Bunker's Bay. We stopped for lunch at a cafe that served a decent cup of tea. Love a cafe that cares about tea drinkers - I got a pot, a reasonable cup and a totally cute little bottle of milk.

The last week of the holidays was spent enduring a comedy of errors whereby all my carefully planned holiday camps were thrown into disarray when the kids both fell sick and couldn't go. Having a four-day management meeting and Firegazer going interstate I found myself on the phone at 6.30am some mornings desperately trying to find anyone who could babysit the kids at home. Really, at one point you simply had to have a pulse to qualify.

We survived and then finished off the holidays with a trip to see Just Macbeth at the Opera House. Have you taken your kids to this Andy Griffiths take on Shakespeare? If not, do so. This is the second time we've seen it and still think its one of the funniest plays we've been to in ages. Target age: 10. Funny to everyone.

On the renovation front we are still evaluating new quotes. They are all still horrendous.

So now you're up to date. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!