On Sunday we had a leisurely start to the day, with Jonny's poached eggs for breakfast out on the terrace. Then on to the Glass House Mountains which James Cook named in about 1770 when he saw them from his boat because they reminded him of the glass furnaces in Yorkshire. So, he was probably woefully short sighted, blessed with a rampant imagination or he was hallucinating after months at sea.The view from the lookout is amazing, not so much because of the mountains,although their shapes are fabulous ( volcanic plugs, for all you geographers), but because of the miles of forest which stretch as far as the eye can see. Itbgave a real flavour of what Oz must have been like for the early settlers- dense, hot and dangerous! There are parks and picnic grounds wherever you go, with public BBQ areas, but all the tables and facilities are placed in the deepest shade leaving the areas of sunlight to the insects and Brits alone. Then onward to a Koala Sanctuary near Brisbane where Reanne and I got to hold a Koala each. It was a fabulous experience - they're really heavy and dense and their coat is woolly. So gorgeous!! ( to see the photo go to http://i.koala.net/2204824752.htm ) John and Jonny declined to cuddle a Koala and as there were no crocodiles available to have a manly wrestle with, we moved on to the kangaroos. Now this was an experience I never thought I'd have - to be in a big field with a herd of kangaroos, to have a kangaroo eating out of my hand, to stroke a kangaroo and , a couple of feet away, to watch a little baby kangaroo hop in and out of it's mother's pouch ( all I can say is that if I had been a mother kangaroo I would have invented the kangaroo pushchair). They are truly mesmerising animals- their tails are so strong, they look so prehistoric ( as do so many Oz animals - the platypus, which we also saw) and they have the longest, softest eyelashes.The funniest thing, though, was a cockatoo who said hello and goodbye as you passed- hello if you were arriving and goodbye as you were leaving. He had us in stitches. And talking of laughing- the Aussies have a healthy sense of humour- we passed a cafe called the Hog's Breath Cafe and then one called Montezuma's. Then back for a barbie with plenty of shrimp throwing action by Jonny.The mozzies can bite here at night so Reanne was wearing her long pyjamas and harem pants and I was wearing my pyjamas tucked into my Uggs- a triumph of sartorial elegance all round. Today we've been for lunch with Reanne near Mooloolaba ( which is near where she works), for a stroll along the beach and an ogle at the majorly large and expensive yachts in the marina. Another hard and tiring day in Paradise! ( ac tally, Jonny and John did mow the lawn and do some gardening, so it's just me who's been slacking). Can't believe I shall ever feel cold again..............