Bondi Rescue and a bubble bath for three...

The day was spent recovering, slowly.  The morning was spent with Tucky and Carli discussing what they were going to buy from McDonalds, and how much food was too much food?

We made it to McDonalds thank god, otherwise I would not have heard the end of it.  I also spent half the day filling in the blanks of Tucky and Carli’s memory of the night before. Amusing.  “No! I didn’t... did I?”  Yes Carli, twice. 

We managed to walk down to Anne Frank’s house but the line was enormous. It looked totally different to how I remembered it, it now had a cafe attached to it and they had restructured the outside to include a museum area.  It kind of ruined the vibe for me as I remember it not being so commercialised when I last went.  The girls decided that 3 hours in a line was not worth it and we wandered back to the hotel.

I was feeling a little bit guilty for wasting the day but we decided that the night before had definitely been worth it. 

And then all my dreams came true...

Flicking through the TV channels...Bondi Rescue appeared on the screen... Why is Bondi Rescue showing in Amsterdam, I really don’t care, it is. 

Carli tried to make me jealous by telling me she’d kissed one of them when she was 10 years old and Tucky reminded me of my perhaps one and only chance to throw myself at them (other than discussing with Laura Brown on the shore's of Bondi Beach if pretending to drown is contemptible if it's for a really good cause?).  Lorne Pub, Pier to Pub weekend, ALL of the Bondi Rescue boys were there, and I didn’t try and pick them up, I don't think I even spoke to them. I was too in awe (and aware of that it would be a true exhibit of desperation).  No one really quite understands my infatuation, but I’m ok with that. They make me happy. 

We dragged ourselves off to the supermarket to find ingredients (including bubble bath gel) for yet another picnic, this time in our spa.

We dimmed the lights, put the music on, filled the bath, popped the champagne...

then got into our bathers, apologised to each other for unshaved legs, slipped over, dropped chorizo and cheese in the water. Not the fantasy that some may think of when they picture three girls in a bath, but much more fun for us.

We had an early night in preparation for the morning’s Royal Wedding, the viewing of the wedding had been cemented into the schedule weeks ago and Tucky made sure I did not forget this as she had nearly considered flying back to London to see the real thing. I was excited to see it, especially after having lived in London for a while...but somehow not as excited as the other two.