We turned things on their head this week, having a holiday during the week then returning to Sydney for weekend work.
The holiday was courtesy of a B&B part owned by an aunt in Wamberal (near Terrigal). They've got a property on two acres which, judging by the noise each night, seems to be the only safe haven for the central coast cicada population. My ears are still ringing to the sound of their twitching legs. The boy wonder absolutely loved it though. Pool, trees, lots of grass to run around in and lizards everywhere to chase.Speaking of the boy wonder, he's now able to take himself off to the toilet and sort himself out without interference (even number two's...although his current usage rate of one toilet roll per cheek will see the Amazon cleared before Easter).
Saturday night was a mate's 30th and judging by The Lovely Samantha's hangover the next morning, you'd have to assume the idea of working on Sunday's is still a novelty concept for her (although something tells me she remembered it for all eight hours of her shift).
Day 220 of Water.
see ya,
Minas.
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