Happy Father's Day

What a top weekend. We awoke on Saturday to a 28 degree day, not bad for the second day of Spring, and sprinted to the beach for the morning. I took my first dip of the season, a lively event that saw me alternately whimpering, grimacing and cringing and I lowered myself deeper and deeper into the freezing ocean. I had to wait a good 5 minutes until my lower body had gone completely numb, and reduced my overall body temp, before I could fully submerge myself. In the afternoon, we went for a bbq at the home of our friends Lara and Adam, who delighted us with the news that they are expecting their first baby. They live in an amazing apartment with a deck that overlooks a rainforest. You can walk down a track from their deck into a deep valley and eventually to a creek. Scarlett loved it. Yesterday was Father's Day here. Scarlett presented Rob with a painting from nursery, a new book about Daddy and a voucher for a spa pedicure to sort out his middle aged foot situation. Good grief. We met up with friends in the Botanic Gardens for a morning picnic. Olga, our friend Deb's mum came too and did an excellent job of entertaining the children while we sipped champagne. After a long lunchtime sleep, we had more friends over in the afternoon for a late Father's Day lunch. A brilliant day but it all ended in tears, quite literally, when a certain two and half year old found it all a bit too exciting come bedtime. Tonight we are going out to the biggest event in the Sydney restaurant calendar - the Sydney Morning Herald Good Food Guide Awards. It is a hugely spectacular party at the Opera House at which restaurants are awarded hats, prizes are given and hearts either soar or are broken depending on the results. As Deputy Editor of the food section of the paper I already know all the results and know exactly which chefs to stand behind when they announce them. There will be a lot of bad language tonight as a couple of chefs have no idea they are going down. More on this later in the blog.