Erm, Crikey

It's rained and rained and rained.

Ever since the day James and Jane arrived, it's rained.

On Tuesday though when we woke up it wasn't too bad, so we decided to risk it biscuit and head up to the Sunshine Coast and to Australia Zoo.

Where it was sunny!

So after baulking at the price we embarked upon a tour of the place, taking in the crocodiles for which it's famous, the koalas, the kangaroos, the elephants, the tigers, the wombats, the snakes, the birds, the endless pictures of Steve Irwin and the other Irwins who own the place.

We took in a show in the "Crocoseum," a largish stadium where elephants, birds, snakes and crocodiles were shown off to us. It was unfortunately very much less than enjoyable. Obviously scripted and really quite tired with crap humour and laboured attempts at warming the audience up by getting them to yell "Crikey" (inspired catchphrase of the late Steve Irwin) and do animal impersonations. Probably great of you're ten years old. We aren't.

But notwithstanding the Irwin marketing onslaught, the animals were obviously really well looked after and very happy and the settings were good, and we did enjoy ourselves.

It started raining on the way home.

It then rained all yesterday.

We went to the city and got rained on. We went out for a meal later on to a place called "Tukka" which was jolly tasty.

Unfortunately the side-effect of all the rain is that nothing dries out and we were having a nappy crisis. So the meal was curtailed when Eloise, suffering the hydraulic effects on the gastro-intestinal tract of eating too much and drinking too much, ran out of nappies and energy.