My Boyfriend is A Criminal
Reason number two thousand and one why I’m lucky to live in Australia: sunrise over Sydney Harbour, the Bridge and the Opera House is gorgeous!
Last Thursday my lovely boyfriend took me down to Sydney on a secret date. Be jealous. We went to Pancakes on the Rocks, took way too many cheesy tourist photos, froze on a ferry, and he loved every moment of trekking around uni with me, of course. I discovered that his mood changes dependant on his level of hunger.
Pancakes on the Rocks was the highlight though. We ordered breakfast pancakes and some sweet strawberry pancakes, and I felt like I needed to be rolled away from the Rocks afterwards! They were amazing. I ‘m pretty sure I could live on strawberries alone but with pancakes suddenly became an appealing option too!
Oh and our menu? It might have been reported missing, because subsequent to our visit, it travelled an hour and a half north to Gosford to reside on an armchair rather than a table. Aw momento. And so, as we when to leave we furtively stood up (I say we, but really, Rhys. I was giggling far too much to ever be stealthy!) and walked to the counter with a menu. And paid. And then picked up the menu, and strolled out.
Strolled out, and unlike on the way there, it didn’t even take us half hour to find our way back to the harbour. Even with the aid of Google Maps. And phonecalls to friends. And trial and error. And … aren’t boys supposed to be good at directions?
(Cute hey.)
