Am in my home town, Sydney,  for a few days.  Whenever I come back, I spend the first few hours wondering how me and my curly hair were ever born and raised here.  And then the sub-tropical languor gets in and I put on my mental shorts and let my hair go crazy.

Yesterday in a cab to Coogee Beach I looked out the window and saw a guy of about 20 or 21 walk past a gardenia bush bowed down by the weight of its flowers in the front garden of a house.  He took a few steps past, then stopped and went back and leant his face in amongst the white-velvet perfume.

Only in Sydney.

And only in Sydney can one knit Xmas presents on Bondi Beach. Which is what I plan to do tomorrow.

Back soon.  SGx