The Hils Is Alive

It has now been quite some time since I've seen a lot of my friends from back home. So it was a bit of good luck that Hilary and her sister Rachel decided to do some travelling through Australia of their own. Despite my house not having a swimming pool, a 5 star casino or a butler, Hilary swallowed her pride and decided to come and stay. It also coincided with Tom's mates, Peanut and Jackie, staying for the weekend.

Cue some hilarious conversations and a weekend of drunken behaviour. Nothing that would make much sense written down so I will annoy you all by saying "I suppose you just had to be there." Doesn't it wind you up when people say that? They usually only say it because they've just realised the story they've spent for too long telling you has fallen on its' ass. Likewise, I don't really know where I'm going with this but as it's a type of journal in Aus thing, I wanted to remember the girls stopping by.

The weekend wasn't without its' downsides - I had to wash my sheets before the girls could stay in my bed. And Rachel kept banging on constantly to reform an Abba tribute band. "No Rach, we're not doing, no matter what you say." It also had it's positives - after the girls staying in my bedroom, the place has never smelt so good. Also receiving texts like 'hi sweetie, we've got tea on the table for you when you get back,' made for a very pleasant train journey home at the end of a long day. Best of all, as a parting gift they bought me Gary Barlow's autobiography. Just what I needed. I'm up to the bit where they've just formed Take That. It's getting exciting. I really hope they make it.

So the girls are on their way again, lugging around a backpack full of absolutely pointless travel items: dressing gowns, koala sized hairbrushes, a chest of drawers etc. But not before we had to finally succumb to Rachel's request to form an Abba tribute band. For God's sake Rachel, here it is. Now just let it go will you?