Susan with her new oven mitts courtesy of Selina. I got 2 bottles of wine and a Melbourne souvenir spoon.
These guys i spotted through our partially open door when i was brewing coffee this afternoon. Maybe they all wanted a laté!
Hi Folks,
Normally we resort to talking about the weather when there is nothing else interesting to talk about which is a problem I face when trying to blog.
However the weather is the main topic of the day. It is 1130pm and the temperature outside is nearly 20 degrees. Today the maximum according to my trusty weather station was 28 with the official Hobart reading 29.4. This means that today was the hottest day we have experienced on the little island since our arrival at the end of January. It was so hot I had to drink 2 beers after work to quench my thirst.
A day of regular chores with Susan working a ridiculous complement of hours so she can get things "finished" before we leave. My day was just chores. A big session in the pool room along with the animals and watering and being Susan's gopher and my day was done. My most useful act today was helping Aisling. She was in a bit of a tizz unable to find her camera and case which most importantly contained her bankcard. Since I am always losing things I have a good routine for finding them again. I walked her back through the chain of events and after searching the van on instinct looked under her bed and there it was. She was much relieved. My second success this year after finding Weiting's phone.
I was out on the deck having a beer in the afternoon sun when the Tassielink bus went by prompting me to hop in the car and go pick up Selina from the bus stop. It was warm and she had a bit of weight to carry including presents for Susan and myself which was nice and unexpected.
We had a late tea. I made pizzas and shuttled one over to reception where Susan was still toiling. An interesting chat with Selina and Doris with a few insightful moments into the psyche of the new age Asian woman. Plus of course a few laughs including the fact that if a Taiwanese woman is ticklish she is a virgin. Speaking of laughs, last night Susan managed to plunge her hand up to the wrist into the honey bucket. I will try and get the picture Doris took for a future blog.
Onwards to tomorrow with the days flying by.
night Simon
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