God's own second best country.

I have just returned from a trip to Australia. It's somewhere I have never wanted to visit as I figured there are so many Aussies in London, there must be something wrong with their own country that makes them want to leave it at the first opportunity. Having at first been a bit snooty about "parochial" Aus, it grew and grew on me and the beaches at Jervis Bay are the finest talcum powder white in the world, Robinson Crusoe land. God's own second country (after England, naturally!). There were green and red parrots in the beachside trees, and little grey kangaroos on some of the beaches - exotic or what? And a new drink - lemon, lime and bitters - cool! The beer was pretty bad though, perhaps that's why the locals leave!

Wet Rooms

Whoever invented wet rooms should be shot at dawn. What is nice about getting out of a nice hot shower and standing on wet floors? Horrible! Give me an old fashioned ordinary shower, either freestanding or in a bath where I can step out onto a nice, fat, fluffy bath mat. Communal wet rooms in gyms are even worse - instant foot rot. Sheer misery. Ugh!