What’s not to love about Australia? I am starting to wonder why we moved to London. Yesterday, we were treated to an Aussie barbecue. Suffice to say, it was perfect. Just imagine the beach in the background, the swimming pool, and the smell of grilled meat with onions on the side.
To cut a long story short, we found out that we had friends on the Gold Coast, and they kindly invited us to their holiday flat. Wow! What a place!
My home in London was so small compared to their holiday appartment. And they were literally on the beach. Even when you were inside, it felt like you were outside. In London, well, I tend to spend most of my time on the lower ground floor. Don’t get me wrong, I have a nice place in London. It just didn’t compare to what I was seeing here.
I had pavlova for dessert for the first time and thought that it was the tropical version of iles flottantes (a French dessert made of meringue and custard). The Australian version had more fruits. Nice.
Me being me, I had brought some champagne to add a French touch to the evening. The bottle was downed in a jiffy.
So, tell me, what am I doing in London again?
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London