My mum doesn’t read my blog every day. She tends to catch up in blocks … so, Mum, I have some news I was too scared to tell you …
Meet the newest member of the Household: Bilbo Baggins …
I am NOT looking forward to hearing what Dad has to say. He will go OFF at me. I will be in so much trouble.
Isn’t it funny that you can still be too scared to tell your parents things when you’re 46?
Bilbo is a mini-foxie-maltese cross and he’s the tiniest puppy I’ve ever seen. And I know, I know … But I just couldn’t help myself. So Bilbo joined the family on Saturday.
Yes, I am mad. Totally troppo.
It was a spur of the moment decision and it didn’t really fit with my plans for the evening: I was going to Jonah’s at Whale Beach for dinner.
DD was horrified when I told him. “What made you make your life even more complicated,” he asked, adding a few “WTF”s and “So we still having dinner tonight?”
I wasn’t about to miss out on Jonah’s, so I asked my new neighbour and long-time friend Wendy if her 15-year-old son would like to make some quick cash by having a sleepover with a new puppy. Thankfully he said yes.
Josh is wonderful. On Sunday morning he sent me a text saying “everything was sweet last night” and “puppy is back in the shower with my flanny” … nawwwww, he’d left his flannelette shirt behind in the puppy’s bed to keep him company!
Fortunately that meant I could have the most AWESOME night out.
It started with complimentary Tattinger champagne as the sun set over Whale Beach, which I took as a pretty good sign of things to come. DD reckons it’s the best meal he’s ever had.
I also introduced DD to the best rose wine he’s ever had: Rockford Alicante Bouche. Nom. Nom.
Our fancy dinner was the last port of call on my doing Sydney like an A-lister tour – courtesy of Tourism NSW. And it was the most amazing way to finish up. If you’re looking for a special-occasion spot, Jonah’s for lunch or sunset would be hard to beat.
Yesterday morning, we decided to add a few of our own glammy touches: sunrise on Avalon Beach (it was stinking hot in Sydney on Saturday night and neither of us could sleep), breakfast at The Boathouse – which is where the seaplane lands, the way most celebs make the journey – then a walk on Palm Beach and a dip in the ocean … all before 9.30am, so I could hustle back home to the puppy.
As usual … there are so many photographs I want to show you that it requires a gallery …