Took a flight through the night, and a separate journey through the maze of inspections issued by Australian immigration, customs and security - serious stuff, intended to keep out all undesirables, from dodgy fruit to foreign wood (!) to all sorts and sizes of creepy crawlies.
Regardless, we were deemed unlikely to dilute Ozzie safety and health, so in we came, to be greeted by Ms Doran, who generously gave up a Tuesday morning lie in and punctual attendance at work to take us from the airport to the fine abode she shares with her intended in Sydney's attractive Balmain suburb - a place boasting no less than thirty watering holes. No problem then in deciding what to do tonight.
Off to bed for an hour or two. Good night.
