40, it’s here. Wild… No mates or booze to drown my sorrows with, just some quality family time to distract me from the inevitable sands of time, fast approaching.
And just to rub salt in the wound, I get to stand next to Laura in photos who apparently has vampire genes. Even more excuse to hide behind the lens.
Sob-story aside, Peninsula was brilliant. Foreshore accommodation, Montalto for Lunch (stocked up the wine fridge again).. Hotel Sorrento for dinner. Hard to pick a winner, all on point.
