A few years ago, I braved the crowds and the heat and the drunken bogans, and spent new year with the opera house on my right, the bridge directly in front, and a patch of green grass directly beneath. I like fireworks and all that, but not enough to try and stake a patch of grass in the Botanic Gardens again. I might be clumsy and need jokes explained to me... But I am not stupid...

This time around we didn't even need to be in the city, since our next door neighbour had apparently raided some kind of fireworks stockpile and procured a rocket launcher to match. I would show you a picture, but I am blogging on my phone whilst my Franklin is in the shop getting his new screen, and it's difficult enough just typing without trying to figure out photo posting. Sigh, my life is totally pretty tough...right?... guys??

Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is the new year was low key this (last?) year. I ate some rib eye, I drank some wine. It was all good. Yesterday we went to visit some friends with ocean views on the south coast, which brings me to the best piece of advice I can give to anyone planning to go walking around on a sunny coastal summer day: wear sunscreen.

That is all.