Slept the big sleep last night. Having arrived here so early the previous morning and not slept much in the day I was exhausted last night. Slept well though.

We had a walk along Merri Creek yesterday which left my feet aching very badly. It must have been around 5-6Km walk which didn’t seem so bad until the end.

Went to bed at 9.30.

Today was spent in St Kilda, having trundled there on the tram. Had a bit of a OMG moment when seeing Luna Park for the first time. It’s funny seeing things in reality after having seen them so many times in photographs. The face is huge, people entering the park through the mouth which is funny. We didn’t go in though. It all looks very 1960s.

Had a wander around St Kilda beach and onto Acland St for lunch at KL (I had Singapore Noodles). Took the tram back to the city centre, went shopping David Jones and headed back home again.

I have developed a habit of checking out estate agents. Maybe I just want to come and live here with Claire. There’s a distinct lack of prices though on the adverts. Not found anything yet. I wonder which suburb Claire would want to live in? I’ll have to ask her. I’m missing the time we spend chatting. It’s strange. I get used to situations and only when they’re gone do I start to think about them and miss them.

I’m hoping the aching feet will ease off soon. It’s a question of fitness. The more I do the better it will become. Could do with a nice foot massage from Claire though. I have a tendency to imagine walking round with her while I’m here. It’d better than with the indecisive people I’m with. Families are all well and good but they’re a pain at times.

I’m enjoying what I’ve seen so far of Melbourne, which isn’t much. Anyway, I might get chance to spend more time here with Claire in the future. I guess it’s still too early to see where the relationship will go. It’s all good though so far. I just want to spend time with. I’ve got the know a lot about her in the last few months and more and more she’s become my perfect woman. I remember during one of our games of truth that I described my perfect woman to her, there’s so much in her that I want. Everything I’d want from someone she seems to have. I wonder if part of me is still too independent. I’ve got so used to being on my own. I’ll probably fuck up at times but then given the honesty that exists between us she’ll no doubt tell me off and put me straight. I’m a little scared by it. Intrepidation. 

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