Popped across the ditch to Sydney the other day, just for a couple of days after Christmas.
We went to Bondi Junction, because Sarah's brother had taken us to the Westfield there once before.
She is a bit of a magpie, my Sarah. "mmm shiny, want one, visit again."
Anyway, we did it by train, so now we know how to get to Bondi Junction. Slowly building up a repertoire of train journeys that Sarah is comfortable taking without me. She comes over alone occasionally, and needs to be able to get around without me and my iPhone pretending to be a GPS.
Saw a really cool store there. It's called "Top 3 by Design" and its like the coolest shit you would find at IKEA. Minimalist and funky. Whatever that means. Sarah was a bit ho-hum, but I liked it.
Went to a menswear shop and Sarah got me a couple of shirts. Makes me suspicious. Is this an excuse to get into my wardrobe and start binning the stuff she doesn't like, or is this a pre-emptive strike for the shopping she plans on doing for herself on a future trip? Not sure. Probably both, to be honest.
Our second day, we did our standard pilgrimage. QVB, Myers, David Jones.
Just for a chuckle, we had a look in a Prada store in town. Yikes! Ever been into a shop with no price tags? If you need to ask and all that, right?
Sarah saw a couple she liked the look of. Checked out the pockets, how many compartments. Stuff like that. Then she asked to see one up on a shelf.
Out come the special gloves. Oops. Can't go touching the merchandise. This one is made out of soft lambskin.
Made from the scrotums of 14 lambs, colour-matched at birth, and hand-raised by a brotherhood of Benedictine monks in the foothills of the Pyrenees.
We scarpered.
Back to the airport for a 1650 departure. This is a great time for a flight. Gets into Christchurch at 2200. Much better than the one 2 hours later. You're done everything in time, and easy to be at the airport by just after 3.
