The night brings continued thunderstorms, which dissipate marginally before the parrots begin their dawn er.. cawking outside the window. Glad to see that the weather improves for Will's arrival. D & I have a lovely stroll along the water by Black Wattle Reserve and up into the bustle of the Central Business District. Quite bizarrely I almost literally walk into my boy along the street looking in great form. So we spend the day walking everywhere in town then off to Watson's Bay on the ferry before getting access to our next abode. 67 floors up is a fabulous apartment with wall to ceiling windows, scarily high (I now know what bungee jumpers feel like, tottering on the brink - and have no inclination to join that merry band!)
We leave Will in a Lady Chatterley-esque pose on his chaise longue and head in to Pitt street to hit the shops.
