Sculpture by the Sea is an annual outdoor sculpture exhibition where the pieces are displayed around the rocks and parks on the coastal path from Bondi to Tamarama. I took the bus to Bondi Beach on the Saturday after it opened and it was packed to bursting. I should have known better. But it was a beautiful day and there were some really interesting artworks, including an Absolut bottle made of flip-flops (or 'thongs' as they call them here. It makes for some cross-cultural misunderstandings) and metal jellyfish. I liked the way the sculptures were integrated into the surrounding coastline.

I kept walking after Tamarama and the crowds disappeared. I continued along the gorgeous beaches and headland until I arrived at Coogee, where I noticed a gaggle of people peering over the railings on the clifftop. Never one not to stick my nose in, I wandered over and asked what was going on. Apparently, a couple of guys had been sitting out on a rock having a beer when a gust of wind blew one of them over the cliff. I got there just as the rescue helicopter buzzed up to winch down some crew. The crowd grew and I stuck around to see the man get put in a stretcher and hoisted up to a waiting ambulance. It was a really high drop and the general consensus was that he was lucky to have survived. As I walked away, I slipped and went for a burton in a patch of deep mud. I looked a right charlie with mud all down my skirt and legs, and I thought that was probably my comeuppance for rubber-necking.

When I got home, Rob had decided to give the cats a bath in some special treatment as they had fleas. We had already flea-bombed the house and put stuff on the cats, but it hadn't worked. Poor Tiger went from fat to wet to skinny and miserable!

I have handed in my notice where I work and my last day will be the 23rd December. I will be sad to leave here but am excited about travelling again. I have also moved out of the house on Wigram Road because my boss offered to let me live in his place rent-free until Christmas while he is in Russia. I didn't particularly want to leave Glebe or Rob, but I wasn't about to look a gift-horse in the mouth, so I moved to Erskineville.