It is 11pm, despite what time zone this computer thinks I'm in, and I've eaten too much chocolate which is still zinging around in my system. Lying there trying to trick myself to sleep, I thought, this blog can be about anything, and I can indulge myself however I wish...a thought not novel to those experienced bloggers, but new to me, the novice in these matters. And then I thought, this is a way of staying in touch with friends who I miss down south, or wherever they may be.

Some of them, well, 3 exactly, have been to visit. Shirl and Andi had a whirwind visit before bussing down to Byron to wade through the mud and rain to hear great music at Byron Blues and Roots Festival. We made the most of every minute, walked for kilometres and ate ourselves silly, indulged in some very nice wine from the very nice wine shop around the corner and saw as many sights of Brisbane as we could pack in to 36 hours.