For the first time since 2001 there’s an all woman team competing in a pink – or magenta as they prefer to call it – boat. I should have known; it was a complete misnomer and the place is stunning. I retired to our cabin replete from dinner – lamb, couldn’t face eating roo – to find the wonderful Susie had laid out chocolates and bedtime liqueurs. Well, the day started well enough with a leisurely breakfast, but on our return to the room, there were countless missed calls and, Then my sister rang. The amazing Flying Doctor Service was our next stop – what a top job those people do providing a medical service for the rural parts of this vast continent, and funded mainly by voluntary donations. When we resumed after lunch this afternoon, we took guard in our earlier positions – all except Chris, who moved to the front row. But, the spirit of blitz was evident, and – as the majority of the travellers seemed to be British – we patiently queued out of the terminal building. Dinner this evening was on Circular Quay – this is the main harbour area in Sydney, sandwiched between the Opera House and the Bridge. Apparently, he invites a number of ladies onto his boat on the fourth day of the Sydney Test. That’s the high rolling life we lead during the games. And lo, the sun was shining in the Southern Hemisphere when I woke at 5am, although Latest made an unpleasant snorting noise when my photo was retweeted by Piers Morgan! It is quite extraordinary to think this tournament is being played out across 2 countries with a 6 hr time difference between some venues. And for once, Latest wasn’t even in trouble. A day return ticket for the 30 minute or so journey. After tea I’d had enough, and the thought of a cooling dip in our pool proved just too much. It was lovely to catch up with a young supporter called Harry and his family. The major department stores assured me they’d sold out weeks ago. We were a varied bunch, the youngest a 14 yr old, Ben Jackson, who had to be at school on time on Thursday morning and the oldest…..well I *think* there was one person there older than me – great atmosphere, cheers as loud as anything heard in the Mound Stand, copious amounts of Yorkshire Tea and, most important, a terrific start by England to the series! It’s been fun; splendid food and wine, catching up with old friends, naughty days and nights with girlfriends, shopping. There was a nasty moment as Latest took my photo with them; I hadn’t realised quite HOW plastic they were, and we almost all went over like a pack of cards. Who ever knew there was such a place? Then I intend to settle back and get into the Christmas spirit. 2) Sperm whales dive underwater for 45 minutes at a time. And there we bumped into hundreds of Santas warming up for the annual charity fun run, although I did note that very few had beards! There’s a manmade walkway the whole length of the beach – about half a mile – which bustles with mums and push chairs; dog walkers; keep fit fanatics and then us, just strolling along enjoying the scenery and the warmth. Before we knew it, 6 hours had passed either on or wandering round the harbour. The clarity and colour of the water is unbelievable and photos just don’t do it justice. We stocked up on essentials like water, antihistamine tablets (those mozzie bites are still causing me hassle) and wine (for a BBQ tonight) and remounted. 16&17) Best setting for a restaurant – Doyle’s on the Beach, Watsons Bay/ Frasers Restaurant in Kings Park, Perth. This is like the London sightseeing hop on, hop off red buses, only you don’t have to pay. We made our way home via the bustling Central Markets – great coffee, fabulous meats and cheeses and a stunning flower stall. “‘Ello Blondie” bellowed an instantly recognisable Yorkshire accent from across the courtyard of our hotel. Twenty five minutes later, and the tin of pears remained opened; who needs them in fresh fruit salad anyway? His beautiful wife Megan joined us and we nattered away about horses for a while (as you do) and before knew it, Australia had notched up 570 runs. Feeling distinctly brighter, we headed out to the trendy suburbs of North Adelaide for lunch. I’m rather liking Brisbane – or Brisvegas as it’s known locally. Got to love a hotel that has a pillow menu – and in-room massage and beauty treatments with the warning: NON SEXUAL SERVICE ONLY. The players have a few days of R and R with their families and Latest will be writing reviews of the year etc. Someone will no doubt tell me what that is all about. But we are actually here for the cricket, and I can tell that Latest has had enough pontificating about Finn v Rankin, and whether Delta will be in the gym again tomorrow morning…he’s ready for the Ashes to begin. Firstly, we got a lie in past 7am as the coach generously doesn’t call his press conference until 0930. Today saw the start of England’s final warm up game so it was a simple choice; spend the day at the SCG – or by the pool. We know we are privileged to be able to take some time out from the tour and really relax. Ditto the iron and ironing board. The good news was that the new bridge leading from our hotel to the Oval was – if not exactly finished – open for business . Poor old Valeria is spending her first weeks of married life with her husband at work commentating. Bang, Stokes was out almost immediately, and the Ashes were lost. It’s a wonderful stretch of sand and sea about 20 minutes from the centre of Perth, and where I feel very much at home! There were around 50 in ” our” pod – but there can be as many as one thousand gathered at a time along this bay. the half hour ride, you get a real sense of the amazing natural harbour with its inlets and beaches ( mental note to self to book lunch at Bathers pavilion, Balmoral beach) as well as the huge number of boats of all sizes that use the water. The England management go big on “taking the positives” out of every performance. The walk takes about an hour at our pace, and it just sets you up for the day with that: “It’s great to be alive,” kind of feeling. It was utterly thrilling. heirisson island perth wa banfield wellness plan cancellation audi s8 5.2 v10 quattro tiptronic chris corley christmas microsoft sql database size vitocal 300-a datenblatt krok do tmy csfd ffn 20 windows 7 format c drive and reinstall arbeidsmigratie wiki gramatica de portugues verbos mala brytania chomikuj Yes, I know it finished weeks ago, but we haven’t had chance to see it! The only one-to-one interview he gave today was with Jonathan- and I suspect both of them were a little on edge as their last professional meeting had not been a happy one. He is considering having a re-run of the stunt before this Test Match, although (a) he won’t be between batting stints this time and (b) he won’t fly low over the ground during the game! An early morning stroll along the glorious, Norfolk Pine-fringed surfing beach at Manly kicked off proceedings. Well, it had to happen – I was, after all, the child who couldn’t even do sleepovers at a friend’s house without crying to go home. To give the restaurant some credit, it was big and it was busy. Plenty of soaking up the sun by day, and great entertainment in the evening. And so, dressed in his and hers matching pink, we took our seats for the Gala opera concert. Good job Sir Geoffrey wasn’t there to lecture me (stick o’ rhubarb/mother’s pinny/corridor of uncertainty etc etc) but I still think I have an outside chance of selection for the game against Afghanistan on Friday. It’s so good to see the colony thriving after nearly being wiped out through hunting and I could have watched them for hours although, to be honest, the smell of brine and (presumably) dead fish was quite overpowering! Despite being a Saturday, it was virtually deserted and we settled ourselves down on the sand. I, on the other hand, am very comfortably seated with my lovely waiter Zachary ensuring I have a steady supply of hot and cold drinks, ice cream etc – what’s not to like? On the plus side, totally laid back and friendly – and great sunsets. Namely scenery and wine. Geoffrey Boycott is in town. Then it was onto the radio team’s end of tour lunch in a buzzy Italian restaurant. off to work nearly an hour early and with a spring in his step – he said he wanted to watch the Aussie training session. So that was Darwin – hot and humid as hell and don’t mess with the crocodiles. Also queuing was Stuart Broad’s stepfather Nick. It was with some difficulty that Latest managed to drag me away from Marlborough and the beautiful Cloudy Bay vineyard. However, thanks to a) feeling exhausted b) a couple of ‘ medicinal’ champagne cocktails at Heathrow and c) a little magic sleeping pill, I managed to get 8 hours sleep on that first leg. Today I’ve felt a little bit homesick. By the time we finally make it out for something to eat, the restaurants are heaving, so last night we ended up in a sports cafe on Queens Street Mall. A n d rew M cM a n u s P re se n ts. They were off to a restaurant where we had a poor experience last night. It is clear Piers very much divides opinion, and while encouraging different views, I know that Jonathan was keen to ensure that Piers’ view of mental health issues should not in any way be confused with his own. After a morning of sightseeing, what better way to while away a couple of hours than a spot of lunch on the buzzing Southgate area of the city. It doesn’t exactly have a harbour view (I’m not complaining) and frankly today I’m relieved. Of course, it wouldn’t go in the hold, and we were already substantially overweight even with hand luggage, so it was left to me to use my womanly wiles to get said cake on the aircraft. I was just checking the details when I spotted a sailing experience in the harbour. But today he failed me. Well, the day started well enough with a leisurely breakfast, but on our return to the room, there were countless missed calls and from both my kids saying “phone home ASAP urgent”. There was a female juggler/ comedian followed by a Chinese man who did amazing things with teapots. I followed Stephen’s example by only drinking a small amount of each wine and reluctantly tipping the excess into a central ‘ bucket’. for which he was fined £1000. Nothing short of a miracle! All. Impossible to choose, so I’m rather dodging this one by saying it will be Friday night, back at home! 15) Best luxury of the trip: getting the chance to read again – huge number of books devoured. We were supposed to have been in the presence of greatness with Sir Geoffrey, but he clearly had a better offer, and stood us up. So, when he staggered through the door after a day working in those blistering temperatures and having suffered so much ribbing from his Australian colleagues that he looked as though he had lockjaw from his forced smile, he just collapsed on, Perth really turned the temperature dial up today – just in time for the start of the Test. I don’t know now they managed it in the fierce sun…and secondly the bars at the ground serve extremely passable chilled Sauvignon Blanc to help ease the carnage on the pitch and thirdly, Latest finished work slightly earlier than expected and we headed down to the waterfront for a splendid supper and to drown England’s sorrows. It turned out to be Australian superstar Delta Goodrem. Then it was onto proper work and the long awaited Kevin Pietersen press conference. Steve has been our airport driver for many years… He’s seen Jonathan sobbing silently down the M1 at the prospect of months away….he’s collected our errant children from selected airports up and down the UK… He’s picked me up from ‘holiday-interruptus ‘ due to family bereavements. Shame, eh! Even I’m not so stupid as to think I could take those home for the family, so I made do with taste tasting a few… If I was a good wife, I’d have bought one for Latest. 12) Best alternative outdoor experience: taking a bush bath in the Barossa at the wonderful Kingsford Homestead. 41) My biggest failure in 60 days is to fully understand the LBW rule. A great train trip should be on everyone’s bucket list – apparently through the Rockies is fabulous too. Quiet location off the highway. Because I’m a shallow diva, we just found a small cafe and ordered lunch. The arrival of the mail boat was obviously the social event of the week, with kids (educated at home) parents and even the family dogs standing on tiny wooden jetties while Jason handed over the post. On a previous trip to Oz we set off from Adelaide to the beautiful, unspoilt conservation spot, Kangaroo Island (funnily enough Oprah was there at the same time!). Such a relaxing way to travel, don’t you think? There are so many experts – both official and unofficial – chewing over the cricket performances; all I can say to those of us lucky enough to be escaping the weather back home is that it could be worse. It’s a magical way to see the hundreds of thousands of people who cram onto the shoreline to be part of the celebrations – and of course you get an unrivalled view of the firework spectacular. It really is one of the great sporting occasions; enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when the roar of the crowd goes up as that first ball is bowled. How to get enough clothes for all that time into 2 smallish suitcases ( dire warnings from Latest about the hefty excess baggage charges) . No, I set off with great expectations surrounding the much vaunted “sculptures by the sea” walk between Bondi and Tamarama. He was very entertaining in his interview with Latest, and recounted tales of making his brothers wait for their Christmas presents while he enjoyed his birthday first. 18) Best value for a snack and a snifter – Jimmy’s on the Mall in Brisbane. Still, it meant we could have a lovely round of end-of-tour get togethers. It was with a huge amount of trepidation (with me unusually silent) that we set off this morning. And so it was onto our ‘Last Supper’. Iconic from the outside, the Opera House is even more impressive on the inside (they do daytime tours if you can’t get a ticket for a performance) Speaking as someone who isn’t a great fan of NYE, this was a great way to pass the evening. He had very kindly agreed to meet Jonathan ahead of the scheduled press. How I laughed – how he scowled! How I’ve missed you. My recollection of the rest of the evening is fortunately hazy – but there are photos, and videos that you’d pay good money to see… and I’m not publishing! He returned seconds later thoroughly chastened having been given the most abrupt brush-off! Give us time. There was also a text from Latest offering me tomorrow’s TMS lunch guest, Piers Morgan, as compensation for the missed opportunity with HJ. Proving what a small world it is, you fly. What started off as a few words to keep in touch with family back at home has turned into a lot of fun. This has been put down to the boom in the mining industry. And anyway, they were cheap compared to the haircut that Latest had; the ratio of dollar to hair made it the most expensive thing we’ve paid for on this trip! Of course, being a man, he insists on ” taking control” of anything to do with gadgets . Amidst dark muttering of a comb-over a lovely young hairdresser, in the salon next to the hotel, was, It’s been a total car crash of a tour, and today the Agnews also had a car crash – literally. But, as we all know, there’s really nowhere like your own bed. Everyone dresses ready for work in smart suits but mainly loose open necked shirts – the temperature here is routinely in the 30’s and as hot and humid as hell. The humiliation. In fact, I never even asked him if he WAS Don’s son. To my enormous surprise and pleasure, youngest daughter had got engaged – boyfriend (clearly mad, drunk or both) had got down on one knee in front of his family and popped the question. Life can be so disappointing, can’t it! And the Cottesloe Beach Club for sundowners. There’s no such thing as a Sunday morning lie-in when you’re on tour. “Surreally, I found myself spending the first night of the Brisbane Ashes in the Museum at Lord’s. Uh oh, time for home methinks, and for Mrs Aggers’ final blog entry tomorrow on Day 60. Today I got back on the horse. One of my favourite Australian men. Great memories and much missed. I watched it all the time when I was in elementary school. Well, Jeremy – the fantastic chef at Hapuku Lodge – dispatched us with an amazing looking chocolate creation. But one thing is for certain, you’ll be hearing all about it during the Adelaide Test Match – that’s unless you hear there’s been a murder on the Great Southern Railway! We dined tonight on the Viaduct Harbour. I’m not sure I have much to thank Swanny for; last time we were here in Australia, he invented “the Sprinkler” dance, and Latest promised the Barmy Army he would perform it if we won. What an absolutely perfect day it’s been today. He wouldn’t know where the vacuum is even kept in our home back in The Vale, much less be able to turn it on. Don’t get me wrong; I absolutely adore this City. Well, I might have chipped my nails…. Presumably that’s what they mean, isn’t it? A Onesie shop. We pulled up (you can do that in New Zealand) and spent an hour just watching a large colony of seals basking in the sunshine and playing in the water. The trouble with finding a rather nice breakfast cafe is that the early morning constitutional along the beach has rather died a death; instead, we just head straight to the poached eggs and bacon. Set in the heart of these famous vineyards and with a bedroom called “The Cloud” , I may stay here for the rest of the World Cup. So compact that I had to use our (five) suitcases as a mounting block to get into bed….and there is certainly no chance, If there is an “Ashes Urn” for enjoying Australia and boosting the economy, I would have retained it for England single-handed! Michelle Wright and I set off after breakfast to hire bikes for the day – free of charge in Adelaide as long as you leave your passport as security. 3000 kilometres from the Top End to beautiful Adelaide. That meant only one thing. It was lovely to catch up with a young supporter called Harry and his family. But a girl can have too much sun, so I hopped onto the good old Manly ferry. That’s devotion for you. The rest, of course, is sporting history, and so the hallowed turf of the SCG had to witness him performing his moves. Interview done – Latest feels more hopeful that Andy Flower (who he rates hugely and likes a great deal) will stay on with England – we decide to head for the beach. He really is that sophisticated! Dan circled the helicopter round and round, just 500 feet above the water. The signs of the World Cup were everywhere… and I practised my batting stance at the airport. Have the budgeted for a sea wall to protect this sculputure garden? There were old friends and new to meet as the play ebbed and flowed across the day, including Mrs Bob “The cat” Bevan (aka Laura the kitten) – now there’ s a woman who loves wearing pink almost as much as me! Checking in at Wellington docks for the Picton ferry was just like checking in at an airport; our suitcases (yes, 4 – we don’t travel light) were weighed and whisked away, and we were given boarding passes.
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