Good evening,
After a glorious sunny day we have fairly constant rain this evening. What happened of note today? I managed to cut my forehead on a wooden stick in the chicken shack while mucking out the old straw. Most of the rest of the day was spent erecting the floodlight outside the barn. Turn on the switch and it doesn't work. Fortunately it was only the globe. Still you don't expect to get a new fitting and globe out of the packet and the globe is buggared. The rest of the day was filled in assembling a bunk bed and carting 4 mattresses up from the house.
A healthy tea of sausages, onions, eggs and bread with chocolate for dessert. I relieved unit 7 of their brown sugar for my porridge tomorrow. Had to have white sugar this morning and it felt like the end of civilisation. We have also run out of coffee beans and are using up some ground coffee we bought some time ago. It's not the apex either. Life is definitely getting harder.
I was over showing the girls in unit 7 my etchings well actually my videos and pictures from our time here. It was triggered by Weiting walking to the lookout on the Cape Raoul walk but not getting to the end mainly because she took several wrong turns and my wanting to show her what she missed. We finished up where we normally do, an English lesson. I was telling them that i didn't have grey hairs until i came to Parsons Bay and had to talk to Taiwanese helpers. They have some new phrases in their books one courtesy of Susan, "Shuffling the deckchairs on the Titanic" and today "Pulling your leg" from me.
This came about when for some reason we were talking about counting on your fingers and the differences between the way we do it and they do it (don't you love the minutiae of life) i explained that the Germans could only count to 8 because they only have three fingers on each hand. Selina immediately said she had met German backpackers and they had 4 fingers. I explained that pure bred Germans have one removed from each hand at birth to show their purity. The looks of the girls faces were too much and i couldn't keep a straight face. Hence "pulling your leg." Fortunately yahoo translator did the job and saved me from trying to explain the phrase.
That's life. It's not about the destination it's about having a few laughs on the way!
night folks
Simon
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