I have to admit, I didn’t have a very typical Australia Day.
As much as I love the annual pilgrimage to the river, the picnic on the grass, the burnt sausages, slapping on the suncream, drinking icy cold beer in the sun, the constant fly swatting, watching the crowds roll in, and then finally gazing up into the sky to watch the fireworks… we decided to do something a little different.
We were invited to a champagne breakfast. Sizzling sausages, crispy bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs sitting on toast. Then a stack of hot waffles tumbling with maple syrup, cream and fresh fruits. Oh not to mention the champagne and strawberries. Mmmmmmm I ate soooo much.
Later in the afternoon, we set up my son’s paddle pool on our lawn. We splished and splashed under the trees. We sipped homemade lemonade. Made silly home videos. We ate watermelon until they dripped at our elbows. We ran around the backyard until grass stuck to our undies.
That night, we ate take away. Put Callum to bed. And watched the tennis while getting my feet massaged. Ahh.