The one about the visiting relatives

It’s been a manic few weeks and I haven’t written a thing, not here and not on Social Media Daily. We’ve had visiting relies: Mum, my in-laws and at the moment, my sister and her boyfriend. We’ve overindulged, got drenched at the Blue Mountains and sunburnt at Palm Beach. There were a few moments I could’ve caused physical harm, but at the end of the day, when the taxi arrived and one of my beloveds jumped in en route to the airport, it was surprisingly emotional.

In other news: Our mates Gene and Donna got married in Newcastle (I overcame my fear of weddings and actually enjoyed the day), busted moves on the dance floor with Russell Brand, Paris Hilton and Tony Abbott at a friend’s housewarming dressed as Katy Perry and finally, my Masters is complete.

Epically, our trip is now less than a month away. And we’re completely unprepared. Our Spanish hasn’t evolved and we’re still sans salsa lessons and snorkelling practice. Immunisations, our Cuban visas and various internal flights are still to be organised...