Notes from effing miles away...

Question:How to make this interesting? Answer: Don't know. Official day 1We arrived at the Heathrow airport hotel about 2pm on Sunday and checked in after repeatedly confirming the Kids Eat Free deal we had (after being stung before). My friend Piers arrived to pick up our trusty Mazda Estate that I'd sold to him the previous week for £100, and we all went for a swim in the hotel pool. A before and after photo opp. presented itself but I didn't oblige.Had a fantastic dinner that evening, and the kids ate free!Big taxi to terminal 3 at 9am and we made it to the online checkin booths for bag weighing and security. Of course the booths were not working so we queued up for an hour anyway.Had some expensive cokes,coffee etc. in a cafe place then boarded the jumbo.1st leg uneventful,just long -11hrs, broke out the gadgets after 2 hours, nintendo DS's for the 2 youngest and SonyPSP for the eldest, instant fights about colour, games, films etc. ungrateful buggers.Stopped over in Hong Kong for 2 hours, walked the entire airport to our next departure gate and got on next plane, brandnew airbus with up to date gadgets built in so hardly touched our hand luggage. We all slept on this leg and arrived in Sydney at 9pm local time.Cleared customs fine, got a taxi straight away and found Justin and Ronnies place pretty easily, so all in all, not the nightmare I had expected. ¾ bottle wine later – passed out.Day 2 Wed 2?Woken up at 5am by a parrot outside the window!I stepped out to have a look and the patio was warm on my bare feet, crazy days.The whole trip so far was pretty good, kids behaved, Jen calm and myself numb.Ronnie does a 9 to 5 ish job in the city so we felt bad that our kids were up 'n' atomso early! I waited till 7am and dragged the noisiest one out to find a bakers or something.Gotback about halfpast to say bye to Ronnie as she left then had our breakfast.Still jet lagged, it all seems a bit wierd, upside down etc.Made a list of things to do, then went to a local park (should embellish this with lots of descriptions and feelings etc. but can't be arsed at the moment, so itreads like a statement of accounts)Took a ride with Justin to get his PC fixed and buy some duvets, saw his wine warehouse on the way, found an internet cafe and updated facebook. Came back about 2pm and bumbled around with family until Justin escaped towork early. I crashed out on bed at 2,30pm and the next thing I know, It's half nine in the evening and i'm covered in sleeping boys and wife, so i get up, stumble past Justin and Ronnie trying to have a normal evening watching telly at very low volume, and step out to find a pub.So here I am, sitting in the London Hotel, Balmain, Sydney, feeling like a twat tapping away on my tiny laptop, with a vague plan of staying up till 2am, drinking loads and passing out again to hopefully reset my fucked up bodyclock. Met an Aussie girl and irish guy, did the hello thing, we'll see...Summary so far: Same shit, different place... (but in a good way)