And another thing...

I realised I forgot to add this to the bottom of our first Australia post... it should have read:

There isn't really anything for me to add here except one story Cat forgot. Having mastered the art of (gracefully of course) scaling the end of my bed to get up and down, I had noted that Cat preferred to climb up the end and (no sides again) slide off the side on her front, dangle her feet onto the bed below and (gracefully of course) hop off. She preferred this method due to the girls on the bottom bunks insiting that thier bags had to go at the end of the beds which made descending a tad trickily (particularly in the dark when they've also hung washing all over the end of the bed). I was highly tempted by Cat's method until I observed her (forgetting she had just hung her washing alongside the edge of the bed) dangling off the side of the bed, becoming tangled in her own washing line, and proceeding (with only a small scream) to fall down (gracefully of course) onto the floor. I thought she'd died! I was genuinely concerned about getting out of the room for help and back in the un-openable door (I think it's fair to say that if 'a knack' is required to open the door to a room you've paid for, then they need to get it fixed. Particularly if this 'knack' involves holding the door closed as tightly as you can, twisting the key til your hand hurts - the girl on reception actually told me that - and then kicking the door til it opens. Lovely. I didn't manage to open it once.)

Anyway thankfully Cat was fine, but I don't think I'll be trying her bunk bed method any time soon. (Fortunately I am blessed with bouncy genes. Comes in handy occasionally. I'm sure if I had a skinny ass I'd have broken it!)