"Bring some Pinot Noir" said M after I pestered and pestered about what to bring to Friday night dinner. (Alas, no time to call in at the V&B shop and pick up a little something.). Hmmm ... I can do Pinot Noir - surely there will be something on the label - like a gold medal to suggest which is a "good'un" or perhaps the shop assistant will have some information (besides what is on special) ...or there's always the net. And of course, I've now worked out where a bottle shop is (downstairs from the office!!!) so three days should be enough time to get this sorted. All bets would have been off if the optometrist hadn't had my new glasses ready yesterday though. Those naughty missing reading glasses are still missing.
One of the little ones was not obviously apparent the other day and, as S told me tonight, she decided to check if they were in the traveller's room (not sure how they would have made it though the closed door but stranger things do happen - Homer once de/materialized himself out of a locked room). No-one was in there but S's attention was distracted for a moment and she thought she saw a flash of colour streak into the room. Well, that was the start of it. She spent the next little while getting first one cat then another then another then the other (you get the idea) out of the room - but, finally, they and she satisfied that it was empty, the door closed behind them. They say animals never forget - and obviously that's true for the first 2.5 weeks at least.
The election campaign is becoming tiring, or is that trying? When will these folk starting a bit like adults and start debating policies rather than the size of Ms JG's earlobes. Tony apparently finds burqas confronting ... as if the same couldn't be said for his choice of swimwear! (But, I wonder if he realises that the burqas are better at Hungry Jack's - as someone noted in The Bully yesterday?) The Labor and Liberal campaigns have yet to officially launch so we are still waiting to see a policy from both. But it does appear that Queensland is going to play a key part in the election - isn't it good we moved here?
Ross came and did whip-a-snipping today and had a cuppa with S. The visit was well-timed and he was able to tidy up the corners that I still need someone to show me how to get to on the ride-on. Cue Colorbond man.
Council, or whomever is responsible for the row of huge shark's teeth on the Motorway, have finally taken action to cover up the growing graffiti with grey paint ... providing a very useful "canvas" for the next lot of graffiti artists who have, of course, been through already.
The big news down Ashmore way is that a new Maccas is opening there on Monday week. Wonder what time they choose to "open" a store? 6.30 am, 10.30 am ... or will they go outside the traditional menu changeover or opening times. Staff for the new outlet are currently being trained at Nerang - and hopefully they will be ready in time. We are losing one of the better baristas to them - so I hope those people in Ashmore appreciate our sacrifice. Mind you, GJs at the Lakes is due to open on Saturday, and it will be interesting to see if this little black duck changes over to them instead in the mornings.
And was it a little black duck - or any kind of duck - or another kind of birdlife, that was responsible for Beas racing across the yard earlier today, tail straight in the air, over to the garage. S has never seen him move so fast. She went out to investigate but couldn't find anything that might have scared him ... but she did note that Tink was nearby and looking concerned for him.
We're off to the A'Town pub later this week to celebrate J's birthday. She is about to invest almost six grand in R's braces and there's still more to come with four teeth to be extracted by an oral surgeon. She's had three quotes and since they're getting more expensive each time, she's decided to quit while she's ahead. She's already getting ready for J's 21st birthday - with the gift being a trip for two to Bali. G and S are giving her a new step-sibling.
Mayor Ron Clarke has denied reports that the GC is in "diabolical shape". And it shouldn't be ... because it continues to have "perfect winter weather". If this is winter, what is summer going to be like? Accompanied by an order for an air conditioner would be my guess.
But who can complain if the sunsets remain as glorious as they were today - a pink tableau against an azure sky. I would have preferred to be sitting out at Latimers watching it than squinting into the afternoon sun on the drive home, but there will be time for that on the weekend - from the ride-on doing half of Hermes' top paddock - or is that the bottom paddock? But only if The Girl ... Fire is finished. The end of that particular book is nigh. Tomorrow?
