28 AUGUST 2006. MONDAY. 09:35PM.

Getting a tan in winter? Who would've thought. It came with brunch anyhow. I took the guys to my new brekkie find on sunday and we spent the rest of the balmy arvo lazing over our coffees and toast, reading the sunday glossies, catching up and watching people walk in for their post-'City To Surf' carbs reload with their medallions hanging around their necks while the rest of us lazy arses looked like we just got out of bed and straight to lunch. Feeling slightly ashamed of our lack of activity before the heavy meal, we tried to make up for it by walking off the grease at the beach, even if appropriate footwear was not in place. I found hermit crabs baking in the sun, lost condoms among the bushes, a really big clock on the beach ... all the normal things you can find at any beach of course. Baking in our non-beach friendly denim, we headed for shady covers along the suburban streets, peeking into little centuries-old houses that are sitting on a property goldmine. We discovered an underground park that locals only knew of, with a dried-up wishing well that took my 50 cents in my hope that it still works, and a lawn so massive it made the guys utter words i never thought i'd hear from them :'its not bad for a wedding'. With that said, it was time to get out of the sun and head home for a lie down to recover.