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Day 12 - by Brett
The weather forecasters finally got it right. It's actually been raining over night and most of the day, still 19 degrees though. You'd think it was snowing as the locals have taken to wearing beanies and large jackets. The beach esplanade that was like Bourke street this time last week is completely empty. James got asked by a shop assistant "aren't you cold without a jumper?". When the response is "We're from Victoria" they look at you like you're from the Antarctic. We were back in the shops as Logan has literally burst out of his shoes. Back to Harbour town. He wanted some colourful ones. We found a pair that look like a packet of skittles threw up on them. Perfect. I bought a hat, why should Laura have all the fun. I then took the boys to an indoor playground as by this time it'd been raining for hours, and it was quite heavy. This playground was similar to what we have at home, massive playground for the kids, but the parents area was tucked away and full of parents talking to each other and not giving a crap what their kids were doing or who they were hurting. There were kids running everywhere, to start I thought it was pretty cool as I actually sat and watched my children play rather than ignore them. Then I realised that this is the place the military should come to scout future recruits. I first noticed a group of girls on the trampolines in front of me hurling balls at each other. I thought they were having fun. Then I noticed the look on their faces. It was pure anger. They were trying to hurt each other, on purpose. There was a group of boys doing the same thing, but they were laughing as they hit each other. The girls though were just mean, like the movie. I then thought "why do they have balls in there, that's asking for trouble?". I then realised that these future soldiers had emptied the entire ball pit, and carted the balls/weapons all throughout the jungle gym. As my concentration had been distracted by these G.I. Janes, I looked for my sweet harmless boys. I found all three had joined in to the human target game. But smartly, my trio of snipers had placed themselves in a mesh catwalk at the top of the war zone, and we're hurling these balls/grenades at the unsuspecting children below. A skill they no doubt developed from their mother. I must say, considering Porter's age, he has a great arm on him. The noise in this place was astonishing. I would have preferred to listen to a Celine Dion CD, that's how bad it was. As we left at closing time I had a chuckle at the number of parents that suddenly gave a crap where their kids were, and had to enter the battlefield themselves, ducking and weaving from the stray projectiles. That scene alone was worth the price of admission. After that we came home and had the largest mixed grill I'd ever seen, as Lauz had cooked every bit of meat we had as we're leaving in the morning. Beautiful. After that we packed. That wasn't fun.
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