And the living is easy

Compare and contrast: I'm now being beautifully looked after by my mum's cousin and his family in northern Sydney, being actively encouraged to drink beer (from my stocked-up private fridge), watch the cricket (on one of their 18,000 widescreen sets) or go swimming (in, yep, their backyard pool).....aaah..... sorry to anyone who's found the cock-ups over the last couple of months more diverting than the successes (that includes me) but it doesn't look like there's going to be many more anytime soon. Aside from the evil Delhi Belly (Sydney Syndrome perhaps?) that's been playing havoc with my innards, nice.
I've had a couple of guided tours by the fam round the city, and I must say it's gorgeous: dunno if it's the light (they actually get some here) or a crazed cleaning regime or what, but the whole place just gleams - the people too; I feel very pasty and unwholesome by comparison. Perhaps I should get some sunbathing in, hmm...toodloo for now :o)