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It was lovely to wake up again and see the sun two days in a row.

It was a good morning to wash the bedding after it copped a bit of dampness with the weather. We made sure there was a vacant machine, secured a token to start it and we were away. Even the doonas got a good airing. This is always tricky in caravan parks because you have to share machines and washing lines with other people. I normally hang our washing on our clothes airer and keep it close to us outside the van, moving it to catch the best of the sun. Other people use the lines but we had clothing stolen in Darwin so I prefer not to. 
Today the washing lines were really close to our van and no one else was using them so we took full advantage. 
This meant that we were confined to home for the morning which was quite relaxing. 

After lunch and after bringing in the washing, we headed to Surfers Paradise. Caleb spotted the Timezone sign straight away and so we headed there. He has an amazing ability to let us know what we are doing before we’ve actually decided. It’s something in the way he explains it all.

“Look, there’s Timezone. If we press the button here then we can cross the road safely. Hold my hand. You have to go up the escalator otherwise we would have to find the stairs. ”

All the while we are agreeing, he hasn’t said anything wrong, and before we know it we are there and pulling out our wallets. Ray has taught him well.
The mini golf looked like a good option so we headed there to play. Unfortunately, I didn’t beat Ray according to the scorecard but I did manage to get 3 more holes in one than he did. As far as I can analyse, this means I am more skilled at the game and that when he realised early on in the game that I was a force to be reckoned with, his comments about “pressure” and “maintaining the status quo” really did me in. I wasn’t happy but his ego was safe. 
Caleb and Ray were keen to play a miniature bowling game that was also there. I decided to try and even the score. Miraculously I won! It is the first thing I have ever beaten Ray at, sporting or not. I was ecstatic but tried not to gloat and felt a bit sorry for Caleb. When he suggested we leave and find an ice cream shop, I agreed, poor kid. 

We got home and realised that the only thing that wasn’t dry out of the huge pile of washing that we did was Caleb’s Ted. Ray had to give him the beauty parlour treatment with the hair dryer so that Caleb could take his little buddy to bed.