Why can’t I work out how to put in more photos? This will be tedious. Actually, it already is. The large is too large, the medium is just mediocre. In between the lush of my life’s hayfever and the appalling weather, we should’ve gone to Perth.

On the plus side, I have discovered that Tasmanian wines can be delicious, and definitely on par with the insipid French whites that I love. That’s got to be a plus.

A delicious cheese platter courtesy of room service.

The cheese platters that we make ourselves are nicer – but a little way too much for two people. That explains why I now think I have put on another five kilos in three days…

Hobart Harbour

A dismally dreary day in Hobart town.


My thoughts on Tasmania…

even though we really only saw Hobart – and bits of it at that!

It was cold, which was to be expected, but it was also dreary, which was a bit of a shock. I grew up in New Zealand, and expected Tasmania to be a carbon copy of it, but with gum trees.

I was wrong.

Interestingly enough, the city of Hobart did remind me of parts of central Auckland, but overall, the city wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before – an odd opinion given that I’m hardly the worldliest creature I know of. I was disappointed. Quite a bit. Not by the weather, by the ‘feel’ I got of the place, which was just a big, fat, nothing. There were plenty of places to eat, all the same as any other city I’ve been to. Lots of coffee houses (same), and lots of shops (unlike Darwin, so I was happy looking at fashions and trends for five minutes at least). The people there are older – middle aged and over predominantly. And on the chunky side too, which blows my theory that cold keeps people skinny by shivering (unless they’ve all got central heating of course!)


The primroses at the base of the tree were the brightest things in the city.


The holiday is booked!

Starting today (okay, so I have to work on Monday for a bit to finish stuff up), I’m on leave prior to going away again. The first week will be spent doing things that I didn’t get to do while I’ve been working my ass off for the past 6 months or so (and yes, how relaxing that will be!), and then the second week will be a short holiday with the lush of my life.

We’ll be popping down to Tasmania – which is a) waaaay down south and b) going to be really cold, but we’ve never been and I’m sure it will be lovely. Three nights away, staying in Hobart and I got us a little car to zip around in. Really looking forward to it, and wondering how the hell I’m going to get everything done that I need to do today without switching into holiday mode!

Is being totally mentally exhausted an excuse to be lazy?

I am tired to my bones. Yesterday it dawned on me that the last time I felt like this, was when my daughter was born 19 years ago. People would say ‘She’s asleep, why don’t you have one too?’, and I would feel obliged to point out that it was the only down time I had – time to relax and do the things I wanted to do.

It feels like that again.

I’ve been awake for two and a half hours, and have lain in bed thinking of all the things I could be doing instead. And doing none of them. Even now I am thinking I have time to go swing a kettlebell around for 15 minutes before I have to pick up the lush of my life from work – so I’m lying here blogging. I’m more than a little disappointed in myself, and am consoling myself with the fact he will come home and sleep, so I can do it all then.

Bet I don’t.

How am I going to feel normal again? Ever?