The only thing getting me through the day right now are the lads at Pod Save America.

Oh and Melissa McCarthy as Sean Spicer.

SNL, you are KILLING it this season.

Still no word from the fuckers from yesterday. I'm oscillating between "jeez, I hope everything's ok" and "fuck them if they can't even be bothered sending a text message".

"You never visit us" they said.
"We haven't seen you in years" they said.
"Let's have lunch when you're in Sydney" they said.
"Sunday. 1pm. Wharf Bar. All the old gang is coming" they said.

I turn up. Sunday. 1pm. Wharf Bar.

They're not there.

NONE OF THEM.

They don't answer their calls or respond to texts. I call up a totally different friend who lives nearby. She hot-foots it on down to the bar to share some vino with me.

The others?

It's now almost 10pm and I've still heard nothing, so unless someone's died, this is what I say...

Yacht Rocking for the Ranstar's 40th. Caught up with loads of old Sydney friends and made a couple of new ones. Cracking night.

As much as I love living in Melbourne, I do miss some of my Sydney peeps. So awesome to catch up with them over dinner tonight.

Well hello Sydney. What fun times do you have in store for me this weekend?

Really need to pack but just want to sleeeeeeeeep.