the p life

Still in hospital, still waiting to get discharged.
Irrationally I am convinced that being in hospital is bad for my health.
I KNOW there are germs everywhere
and I have had nothing to do but sit around and eat plentiful hospital food and watch Ellen Degeneres,
which can't be good for you.
I miss my cosy cabin.

Couldn't bring everything I wanted to over from Melbourne, but my cabin has really grown on me. And I have a gorgeous view, as seen below. And nightly fireworks from the Opera House!

HMAS Choules

I look rather official! Still feel a little uncomfortable with the formal marks of respects shown between ranks (I feel like a fraud!), but I suppose that is something that will come with time. I won't really be talking much about the Navy life anymore (security risk, misinterpretation etc) but I suppose I do have to mention that any views expressed here are my own and solely my own. But you knew that anyway.

I might as well start clearing the backlog of photos.

The boy and I went to Italy for my birthday last year.

Part combined graduation trip, and part birthday fiesta.

We gorged ourselves silly on Italian food, shopped till we dropped (went to Serravalle and Mestre in Switzerland to hit up the outlets), saw Italian art, and had an absolute blast!