A trip to the South

I went down to the Central Coast for a few days this week. Loads of client meetings, buying stuff we don't seem to have up here and catching up with some friends I haven't seen for a while.

As usual, I stayed at Heleen's so of course there was also lots of chatting with her and the kids. I thought it might be nice to post a pic of my stay at Tuggerah so Zoe set up and did the honours (no colour because black and white is rad) while Mitch was doing his best to look very serious (and succeeded I think).

What's that funny smell?

Yesterday Trace, Marg and I were sitting down having a cuppa and a chat when we all smelled something odd. Trace thought it was wet washing, Marg went with honey blossoms and I thought it might be the paddock at the back (when the water recedes, it has a rather peculiar scent).

None of us were right. It turned out to be the washing machine going into meltdown. The front of the soap loader tray had almost dripped to the floor it was so hot. I turned it off at the wall and let the whole thing cool down.

Today I rang the NRMA only to find that for some reason we had never ticked the 'fused motor' option (so no cover). I then turned the thing back on, because the door won't open without power and spin dried the towels that were still in there. Once that was done, I could open the door and turned it off again.

Tomorrow I'll see if I can have it fixed - at my own expense. There goes Mr Rudd's tax refund! :(

Oh no! Not THAT again!

So it's been raining here for a few days and things are quite wet, but when I looked out of the window when I woke up this morning it reminded me of last month. We had major flooding on the mid north coast then and I thought it all rather exciting. Today, we have prime water front real estate again, but the novelty has worn a bit thin.

It looks worse than last time because we had the back paddock slashed last week. There isn't quite as much water (so far - we have a high tide coming in at noon), but because the grass seed heads are no longer poking up above the surface, it appears as if there is more.


Sal's got the day off - the road along the river is under and she just cannot get through in her little Prius. Well, she's not had a day off for so long (including weekends) that she's well deserving to spend some time relaxing.