I’ve spent the last five days at Palm Cove, just north of Cairns, alternating between swims in the ocean, newspapers on the beach and beers in the poolside bar. I’ve been wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts and a thin sheen of salt; I didn’t even need to wear proper shoes for the wedding on Saturday as it was a thongs kinda gig. Yesterday I went out on my cousin-in-law’s yacht for a bit of a sail. In short, life has been very, very good.

Last night at 11:30pm I arrived into Melbourne airport wearing a shirt for basically the first time since last Tuesday. It was six degrees. This morning my alarm went off at 6:30am so I could get dressed in the freezing cold for a day of crowd control on a bunch of screaming kids out on excursion.

The life, it can suck sometimes.