We're at Philip Island this weekend; a place I've been many times, but never feel a particular association with. It seems like there are many other people, my partner included, who have a kind of innate understanding of this place; a deep, visceral connection to it, which brings with it a comfort and belonging.
That being said, she went the wrong way out of the supermarket car park to go back to our rented house, so perhaps it's not that deep.
We went go-karting. I wasn't sure how well the wee man would cope with the physical effort involved, but he was right into it, and had such a great time we rebooked for tomorrow as we were leaving.
Wee man's mate, who is with us for the weekend, was clearly rueing his decision to journey to Phillip island in the winter in shorts. We made a mercy dash to a surf shop and he's now safely ensconced in a pair of actual pants.
Dinner at the pub with friends tonight, we're back at the house for "quiet time". The boys are playing switch sports and I'm lying on the bed, seriously considering a nap. Tough life, right?
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