I am so tired. I have walked my lil socks off this weekend. As it was Frankie's last weekend in Sydney I decided to book myself into the Wake Up hostel for Saturday night. A guy in my room had on his wall what I can only describe as porn, lovely. I took a picture to evidence it but didn't think it appropriate to put on here haha.

We had such lovely weather on Saturday so we decided to walk over the Harbour Bridge to the North Shore.

We went to a bar called Stitch in the evening. It had sewing machines and bobbins everywhere. Cute but random at the same time. I didn't get back to the hostel too late but got woke up by a girl in my room sobbing at around 3am. She then proceeded to punch the wall for about 5 minutes. This is why I hate hostels!

Today, me and the Frankster made our way to Palm Beach, aka Summer Bay, Home & Away. It was a slight trek to get there because the bus got diverted due to the triathlon but we finally made it there and it was sunny!  The beach is actually lovely...

It started raining just before we left so we got soaked! I got told by a Russian man on the train back to Engadine that I looked like a sexy secretary. Oh dear, I don't know if I was more offended that he thought he could say that to me or that I looked like a secretary...

Not much else has happened in the last week. I saw the model Samantha Harris at work last week. I tried to act cool whilst carrying boxes past her.