Couldn’t do too much on arrival, as Jimmy’s parents were there and wouldn’t appreciate a bunch of drunken teens. Instead? Pictionary. While Mish looked on, Mr Young and Mr Merrett played off against Baxter and I. The first couple of goes were tight, real competition. Then they lapped us. Twice. Damn you Baxter!

The next morn we played golf with Jimmy’s dad, Doug. When I say we, I mean James Baxter and I. Mish and Dave rented a golf buggy and spent 2 hours hooning around the golf course, chasing Echidnas.

That night, as it was the Senior Merretts last night at the beach house and they were entertaining, we got drunk the old fashioned way. Beer, on the beach.

The next day, after an hour of body boarding (read: pounded by waves for an hour), we busted out the real drinks. Over 10L of spirits, including Skittle Vodka – oddly pleasant to drink. Lots of Coronas. Sangria. All accompanied by way too much food, including Fish n Chips, home made Focaccias with dip, and a Roast. 3 main meals, all within 5 hours. ugh.

Wednesday consisted of copious amounts of cleaning, then a leisurely drive home. Where more cleaning waited. Which I sill need to do. sigh.