Stamford Grand North Ryde
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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Fitness/Health center
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... with "Family" were really special moments...... meeting Jan's cousin Liz after some 50+ years, catching up with Bob's Aunt Vera and Uncle Henry and his cousins, Bob's brother and family - Peter, Gill, Claire, Alastair, Tomiko & Cassini
... waterfront, where Homer and Dave kept us amused again with magic tricks and jokes. After dinner went to the Marque Theatre for a show....This is where I fell over for the first time. It was dark in there, and I didn't see the step....I went down...straight down, didn't pass go, didn't collect $200! Luckily I wasn't hurt... Just embarrassed :) We then returned to Connexions for more karaoke...this is quickly becoming our favourite way to spend the ...
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... in sun. Contact with Bruce who us on his way to visit mum now...leaving Mai and Molly. Mark to markets, washing etc...all good at home, but struggling to stay awake. Me suddenly too so Heath brought me home and after cuppa etc and she back to mum, I enjoy nice shower, clean clothes, chat with Pat (so caring and understanding re GG offering to come and help care once his uni break), then good 2 ...
... and Issy informing me he’d gone get some advice on his jetlag and book a room in a hotel for the night. I felt terrible, lack of sleep and appetite had got to him and when he returned he certainly looked worse for wear. Assuring him I was more than happy to accompany him to the hotel we set off for it. It was only down the road and we must have looked a pair. Chris looked like Death was knocking on his window, peering in with a leer on his face like a peeping tom whist I ...