Not much has been happening but I fancy a blog.
Poor ol’ Vivian has what we think is a broken rib. So she’s off work and outta action. The rain has been unremitting (except for a rare blast of sun this morning - cue me to jump out of bed and leg it to the pool before the rain returned!). It’s probably making world news - the weather. The floods are not that far north of here, so there’s that lingering sense of natural-disaster-fatigue among everyone really. I was supposed to be going to a water-park with a chap from CS today, but alas! He is flooded in, in
. An irony that Simon delighted in pointing out to me. I must be losing my English wit, because it hadn’t occurred to me until that message, how mocking an excuse the poor weather was for cancelling our Wet’n’Wild date! The ultimate paradox: 'I can't come to the water park, I’m afraid, it's raining'. Brisbane
I jest. Tis’ the automatic state that all brits revert to in a state of crisis. I may quip about the ridiculous
summer I seem to have arrived in, but, in all seriousness, it’s pretty bad. So if you are feeling generous, do donate to the appeal. Queensland
|The Kings Speech|
|Ben, me and Sarah up in the Hinterlands|
It was surprisingly cold up in the mountains, so we stopped for fudge and hot chocolate. Delish.
|V big snail.|
|Um Bongo skirt. Caught the Sun a bit!|