Australia

Georgia was a little angel on the long flight from Paris to Melbourne, with a day in Singapore. We were very lucky in that respect, but less so in the choice of day hotel - our one was undergoing electrical maintenance that day, so for the afternoon there was no power, no lights, no aircon, and worst of all, no lifts, so we (ie., Andy) had to carry madame up 15 flights of stairs while I held the torch. But we had a rest and a swim, which was all we wanted.

We arrived in Melbourne to see Auntie Liz, Cousin Callum, Uncle Tony and Uncle Greg (who was passing through).

Georgia with her cousin Callum, in Melbourne:



And feeding the easy way with Auntie Liz:







With Morgan and Aimee, who Andy used to nanny when they were babies. Now they're 14 and 6 foot tall. Morgan is the one on the left (unless the photo got flipped, in which case Aimee is the one on the left):



... and with Caitlyn:











And with Peter, who taught her how to set fire to brunch:



Her ladyship was pretty well behaved most of the time, but it took a while for her body clock to settle down. That is, she was well behaved until we left her with Liz while we went downtown to have a beer with Peter. She grizzled and cried and wouldn't settle, and we got the emergency phone call to come home - just seconds after I'd gone and bought another beer! Needless to say, by the time we got home she was a sweetie again. Little brat.