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It’s been another little while but finally we have something to say! We have officially survived one year away travelling round the world and are now on the home straight…six months to go people and the FC Hammerettes will be back touring in your town J

The next landmark event worth mentioning (in amongst all this working we are so eagerly doing!) was Easter weekend which saw the Looky Ladies reunited in Melbourne for 60 hours of unadulterated fun! That’s Miss Dibby for anyone who needs a reminder…the third Trevor’s angel – she is once, twice, three times a lady!

After a particularly late night on Thursday for both Amy and I at separate ends of Brisbane town we started the long weekend off by waking up at 9:50am and having to be packed and moved out by 10am…even our permanent residency at the hostel couldn’t sway a couple more sneaky hours in bed from the man in charge - James L So we set up camp in the downstairs T.V. room and didn’t move for the rest of the day – since we had all of our stuff with us to be put into storage it was a good eye-opener as to how much we have collected over the last few months and how it is all never going to fit back into the rucksack! Parents – prepare for some post!

We eventually made it to Melbourne, to Spencer Street, to Prahran, to Chapel Street and to Dibby J Since all three of us had started the weekend a little too early – we decided to skip the planned booze cruise and had a pyjama party instead – lots to catch up on and all that good stuff! In fact it was a relatively un-drunken weekend all round and surprisingly most relaxing. We played lawn bowls AKA sat in the park, ate good food and went for afternoon drinks in the sunshine. Aside from apparently being invisible to every other pedestrian in Melbourne who you had to practically be standing on top of before they moved out the way (and not even then sometimes) and it was every taxi driver’s first day on the job - it was ace - eh! Amy and I went to see John Mayer on Saturday night who was brilliant as ever – no sign of Miss Simpson in the crowd but Amy did spy Dean from Australian Pop Idol on her way to the bar – very exciting (for us!) :-/

It was a relatively un-drunken weekend until about Sunday night the evening began with the sunset over St Kilda beach, a civilised dinner party with chilli from a can (don’t knock it till you’ve tried it) and high quality goon and it ended in a trolley and a taxi ride home at 4:45am. What time do we have to leave to go to the airport again Ayms? Oh, that’s right – 6am – genius. An hour later and I had to practically beat Amy to get her off the couch which she and Dibby had collapsed on after giving up on trying to play the 80’s dancing video at 5am. Somehow we managed to get packed and into a taxi on time and my ever-lasting image of Miss Dibs will be her standing on the pavement half asleep, half drunk, wrapped in a blanket and singing J That day, amongst the more appropriate items of clothing and bedding she put her remote control through the washing machine - eh!

We got on the Skybus and it was at this point that I decided to check the flight information?! Just to add to the day’s fun, turns out our flight is scheduled a whole 25minutes earlier than what I thought it was…panic stations everyone! Another story to add to the ever-growing list of ‘running through the airport’ anecdotes we seem to becoming the lead roles in. We did manage to find some time to spend a ridiculous amount of dollars on a 2 hour old egg and bacon muffin and a stale croissant! Where’s MacD’s when you need it huh?! Not in Melbourne airport for future reference.

When we arrived back at the hostel we found out we had been put in a dorm with some smelly boys and quickly set to work revising that decision…we were fortunate enough to get back into OUR room the next night and have settled right back in since J We spent the rest of the day recuperating in the T.V. lounge, like we had never been away.