We're In Adelaide!

We've done Melbourne to death now, plus it's raining there, so today we decamped to Adelaide in time to avoid the Australian Grand Prix (which starts in two days and is only one block away from the hotel we were staying in St Kilda).

Our day's journey began at 4:30am when we woke up to ready Mr Pickle for the bus to the airport. He was not amused at being woken up at such an ungodly hour - especially since it was still raining. The Skybus to Tullamarine took us past a darkened CBD and over West Gate Bridge, before depositing us outside the QANTAS terminal. Check-in was a breeze and before long we three we winging our way towards South Australia on a half full flight.

Jarrad and his mother Judy, who by some strange twist of fate was dropping Keith off at the airport at exactly the same time, were at the gate to greet us. Jarrad's powers of recognition were better than mine as he spotted me first. (My excuse is that I was busy wrangling Oscar.)

Since arriving we've been out to lunch, done a spot of house hunting, picked up some necessary supplies (nappies, baby food and TimTams), and had a spot of lunch. We're now back at the Phillips residence quietly awaiting the arrival of the rest of the family (wife Simone and four children Jordan, Madeline, Emerson and Charlotte) while Oscar practices not sleeping.