Dumplings and fun things.

I am pretending that I didn’t see the 2-for-1 sale on flights to Japan today because I am still so sad that we didn’t make it over there for Christmas.

Instead, we have decided I have insisted we take a week or so off mid-year and visit Melbourne and Tasmania. The last time I had a holiday was Easter last year and I spent most of that in a coma induced by both sugar and Queensland heat.

I have been to Melbourne a few times now, and I love the city, but the visits have always been fraught with issues or general weirdness. I would dearly love to sit in a bar and drink a cocktail and eat some dumplings and not have a worry in the world.

So Melbourne will be my food and drink holiday and Tasmania will be for freezing temperatures and art galleries and hot chocolate.

Fiji, baby!

Me: “I want to go to Fiji.”

B: “Ok!”

Me: “I want to stay in a bungalow over the sparkling blue water.”

B: “Ok!”

Me: “Here is one, let’s just pop some fake, mid-year dates in for, say … one week!”

B: “…”

Me: “…”

B: “…”

Me: “$11,000, and I think that’s in US dollars.”

B: “…”

Me: “It’s ok, all is not lost, if I can’t stay in a bungalow over the water, can I drink a cocktail out of a pineapple?”

B: “Coconut.”

Me: “All is lost.”