I tried on a bikini today in Marks and Sparks for our sojourn on Coogee Beach and I suddenly saw where all that wine we bought in France ended up...well I'd rather be a bonne vivante than a match stick. I am horribly complacent about packing these days; my usual modus operandi is to pack at least 5 times more than necessary, and then ditch a third and then wear a tenth of it. Am warming up to seeing Sydney in Mardi Gras mode, and feeling quite a buzz from being a tourist in my own country. Will being back make me more Aussie or less?