am I no longer a blogger? Does one post a week satisfy my reading public?
Last weekend we went to a wedding at Mt Tamborine. It was great until I was attacked by a flying pterodactyl at breakfast the next morning. Seriously it swooped down from nowhere like a stealth bomber, grabbed food off my plate and then took off. Of course the whole restaurant found it hilarious. I hot footed it out of there ASAFP! Besides the shops were calling me.