A short film taken of Tam, Felicity and Connor today...
We've just got back from a weekend with sister Felicity in Brisbane, helping her and partner Peter to clear out beneath their house - which is on stilts and the underneath has become a regular dumping ground for at least a decade's worth of this and that, including an entire Corvette in bits. As usual Peter cooked divine food and we enjoyed a bountiful supply of Aussie red wine. Hopefully we managed to assist in their de-junking exercise. We have, of course, acquired a few items along the way - inflatable dingy, boogie board, directors chair, heritage cast iron pot, dvd player, scaffolding, wardrobe, table....hmmmm? Didn't we just get rid of loads of stuff in England???
We returned from the big smoke via hectic highways and curling mountain roads to our modest and tranquil homestead. Happily the veggies have survived a couple of days of Aussie spring sunshine without watering and the vocal bird-life is as abundant as ever. As Tam and I sat at dusk sipping on Tooheys New and listening to the cicada opera, we were delighted to see two fire-flies flashing rhythmically as they hovered past. Apparently they are moths. Whatever they are, it was a WOW moment for us. Of course, the fire-flies' arrival is due to the warmer spring weather, which has also brought forth the mosquitos - ho hum, the advantages of winter are over and the insect repellent is now my best friend!
Tomorrow we're off to the beach - about two hours drive south to Woolli and a house just behind the beach, guests of friends Karen and Ken for a couple of nights. So a dip in the Pacific Ocean and hopefully not too many mozzies.
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Is that an Aussie trampoline?
ReplyDeleteThe problem is: you just aren't heavy enough girls. So, eat many more cakes or use the standard English technique of getting more in your skip. You need a pile of old doors, which you stand upright all round the perimeter of the skip, so increasing its volume. When the skip driver arrives, smile at him, flash your eyelashes and say that you didn't know it wasn't allowed. Threaten to cry unless he loads the skip onto his lorry.
ReplyDeleteThis also works in with pay-by-the-bowl salads in restaurants: replace the doors with celery sticks and stare out any disapproving waiter/ress.