Friday
10th July 2015
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| This is the two guys playing with their satellite finders once the lesson was over |
Moose started the day with a paddle while I sat enjoying my
book. When he returned he stuck his head in the door to say hi while at the
same time, I noticed out of the window; two old guys looking concerned. I wasn't sure if the van was sticking out too much, or they were curious about
the ski. So I suggested Moose see what was up. He looked at me like I was mad,
all he wanted to do was wash down his ski then jump into a hot shower, but on
turning around he saw the guys nervously sending enquiring glances his way. They
decided between each other who was to ask the question. No words were used at
this point just their eyebrows. On Moose’s friendly “Hi, how ya going?” One
stepped forward, there was much mumbling then Moose pops back into the van to
grab his little black box – the satellite finder. Turns out they couldn’t get
TV even though they had a satellite dish and had noticed we didn’t seem to have
a problem. So a prompt lesson on how to use the black box they had been sold as
a “marriage saver” was swiftly started. Funny, Moose thought it amusing that
the shop owner had called it a marriage saver yet I have often said to people “it
saves marriages too” and he hasn’t noticed – maybe supposed to be a man joke
not a Mrs joke? I no longer have a man
walking around in circles swearing trying to get a signal for his TV which is
good but not as much fun, the last time Moose did it was in Walpole it was
pouring with rain, thick heavy sheets of water emptying out of the sky and
there was Moose yellow rain gear on, walking around with his “squealer – signal
finder” trying to find the spot for his dish. It works by squealing while
finding a signal but isn’t very sensitive to detecting obstructions like trees.
I yelled out a couple of times “don’t worry about it”, he would look at me in
disgust for suggesting giving up and
walk around some more. He wasn’t amused when I was in fits of laughter when he
came in drenched and swearing but happy he had signal. His new black box has a
built in tv screen so it shows whatever program is on the channel of your tv
set is on, or it doesn’t – making it a lot less guess work and as I said less
fun for me.
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| Moose checking out the water conditions |
After the lesson and
a hot shower for Moose, we headed into the main street for some grocery
shopping and a coffee. Those cupboards just can’t hold enough food for The
Moose. Shopping completed I sent him off to the van with instructions to put
the meat and dairy stuff away. I had originally asked him to put all the
shopping away but this caused a little melt down as he couldn't possibly know
where to put it. So Fridge and Freezer was an easier option. He was then going
to lay on the bed and watch the Tour de France which is code for “have a nap”.
I on the other hand had a look around the shops and the town then walked down
to the bakery café for another coffee – I'm not sure if this town has had a
course in coffee making or the Nullabor has dulled my senses. I tried to book a massage next door at the natural therapy centre, with no luck, this was very disappointing because I am kinda
broken. My frozen shoulder is not happy, my back is sore and my ankle feels
like it’s about to explode. (Roisin, I NEEEEEED you).
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| Weather conditions changing |
Instead I drank my coffee and rang my mum and dad. Then
texted Moose to pick me up but not before popping into the liquor shop for Red
wine for a pie I want to make, Bailey deluxe chocolate drink for me and Port
for Moose. Oh and picking a Vanilla slice up for him too. Yak and Tomas please
note: SA is where you will find the BEST vanilla slices!
Back at the van I packed away the rest of the shopping and
took Bonnie for a walk before relaxing with my book again. Bonnie is doing
extremely well at sitting at the open door of the van without going outside
unless she’s invited. She’s not doing so well at being left in the van alone
and staying on her mat. We have caught her (even though she moves fast when she
sees us) sitting on the table looking out the window!
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| our liquor supplies |
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| Bonnie likes the heater too! |
The heater was on full blast mode while we watched the
evening shows on telly. Wind was blowing and curling around the van. Gum nut
clusters banged noisily as they dropped upon the roof but nothing upset Bonnie
as she moved her bed to curl around her and keep her warm. Dinner was the
famous streaky bay fish and chips, eaten straight out of the butcher paper
wrapping followed by a nice wee nip of Baileys to toast a lovely day.
As I closed the lid on my computer at 11.19 pm to prepare
for bed, the heavens opened!
Saturday
11th July 2015
The weather set the pace. Gusts of wind and hail lashed at
the van for short periods of time then bursts of sunshine. I sat in bed with
the covers up to my chin sipping the coffee which was beautifully made,
(honest) by Moose, waiting for our little electric heater to do its stuff. I
love this little heater it makes me feel warm just looking at it’s pretend
flames.
If it struggles we can click on the gas heater which blows hot air out
of the vents under the bed (bonus it heats the bed as it does this) or the
recycle one on the ceiling. Though when the latter one is on I feel colder as
it seems to disturb the cold air around me rather than warm it up.
Bonnie was annoying Moose to take her outside – AGAIN. He had just brought her back in but I guess the wind moves scents around and she wanted back out there. Moose says she stands with her tail in the air, head held high sniffing then runs off in search of the source of whatever scent she picked up. As I wrote this, she was sitting making soft insistent sounds, similar to growling but not as threatening aimed at Moose who was sitting trying to read when that didn’t work she sat directly in front of him staring intently as if to send esp thoughts. He gave up and took her outside
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| And he says he doesn't spoil her! |
. After a
while they come back in and the whole thing starts again. So like a spoilt
child she was invited onto his lap where she promptly fell asleep.
At the local butchers yesterday we picked up a stash of
meat. Today I pulled out the “red wine marinated roast beef” out of the fridge.
We may not drink much but we certainly like marinates. It was to be put in the
baby Webber but weather conditions weren’t looking like making that an
enjoyable experience for Moose so we went through different options from the
oven to the Bessemer pot but finally decided to give the Crock pot (slow
cooker) a go. I put the meat and the veg in at once. Figure the whole meal
being cooked while I was enjoying the day was a good plan. Moose sorted his
manuals for gadgets and van warranties and neatly stored them under the bed. So
we both had nothing else on our “to do” list.
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| Blue skies one way & heavy grey the other |
Bonnie was still restless so we
threw on the heavy winter gear and headed out embracing the wind, hail and rain
to find the bakery for lunch.
After succeeding in our mission and enjoying a very good
pie and pasty we headed started the walk
back along the foreshore, the wind was picking up and Moose pointed to the
heavy thick clouds picking up momentum as a heavy squall came our way. Even though the sun was out we waited under
the verandah of the old pub for it to pass us by. A brisk walk and we made it
home relatively dry. Moose napped sitting up while Bonnie curled up on her mat.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing. The roast and
vegetables in the crockpot (slow cooker) were delicious and had the added bonus of only being
one pot to clean up.
Napping
Moose & Chef Moz signing
out x
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