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As Part One of the Festival of Kimba, Boyo, the Welshman and I checked in to the Sheraton on the Park for the night. It was approximately six kilometres from our house. Staying in a hotel in your home town is just like going away for the weekend but without the travel. It’s the best!
We headed straight for the pool and the jacuzzi, where the boys swam and I sat and relaxed, and we all watched the sun set over the city skyline. There is something surreal about doing something as sybaritic as sitting in a jacuzzi and watching people busily working away at their desks.
After a truly staggeringly enormous breakfast, we went for a little walk to the Mecca that is Westfield Sydney. Boyo scored a new toy and I managed a spot of window shopping. Never go shopping with boys. It is no fun!
To round off our morning, we spotted some sunshine and went for a walk in the glorious Hyde Park to soak it up. We had our wedding photos taken here some ten years ago, so the memories always come flooding back. Luckily, I didn’t have a bird poo on me today, like I did then. Guess that’s why I’m so lucky, huh?