We begin Wednesday in our hotel debating what to do this morning. The car has to be removed from the hotel carpark at our 10.00am checkout – why are there so many RULES in the world!

The girls have told me they are not to keen on the idea of ever moving to Sydney. I find this hard to fathom because at their age I couldn’t wait to get to the big city! I decide they are judging Sydney on the basis of always staying in the centre of the city, they need to see some suburbs.

So begins a lightning fast whip around of the old stomping grounds of their Dad and I.

The flat where their Dad lived and the place where we met.

The old Graylands building where I lived with my friend Petrina and then a nice bloke called Doug, and finally with their Dad. I make Princess Child climb atop a fence to take a shot of our underground “Lavern & Shirley” unit.

Oh the parking fines we accrued in this tiny street, I even had to park in a driveway today to duck out and take the snaps.

Then the flat where we lived together on our own. Where I left from on our wedding day, and where we took baby Hippie Child back to when she was born.

I find myself pointing out pubs a lot – that’s where they did the best steaks in all of Sydney – hello Duke of Gloucester – Coogee Bay Hotel for a Sunday sesh or a concert at Selinas – and that’s the Royal and look how close we lived to Coach and Horses it was a very short stagger home for their Dad! There may be a pattern emerging here.

I’m not sure they are as into my nostalgia tour as I am, but you know, whatever!

We hit Coogee to find food. We forgot to feed Hippie Child yesterday and it was disaster. This young woman doesn’t function well on an empty stomach.

The girls start to recognise the area from the Wonderland television series, so that earns it some brownie points!

As my tour completes we hit the road again. Another five hours in the car back home and Wednesday is over.