The laundromat, Filey

The sister-in-law and I headed south to Kiama to try and flog some hooky software. They seemed quite receptive to our dulcet English inflections.

Afterwards we went in search of their world famous blowhole. It didn't.

Posh fish and chips watching the sun go down over not-Filey concluded the day. Well, nearly. Milo still managed to fit in a complete meltdown before bed. Too much of a good thing...