In other good news, the Landrover 's back hatch cable has been replaced, so it is now possible to open it again. Plus, it has undergone its recall process, and you will be relieved to hear the brakes are now fully serviceable. And, yes, there had been a problem, oil getting into the booster mechanism via a failing one-way valve. Which explains what happened on the way down into Kangaroo Valley, when David had to really step on the brake hard to get any action. I didn't want to worry you, he said, then I just put it out of my mind....
So we've been out and about again, looking over the shoulders of the rich and famous in Port Macquarie to see what they're reading
and eating and drinking without a single thought of our waistlines or wallet.
Notice the latte art - why, yes I believe it is indeed a bird of paradise. Rather like this one, below, that we found lurking outside the women's toilets at our tourist park. Very suspicious, this bird was, especially given its very gaudy and tasteless earrings. What was it looking at, we wondered.
During our time of cabin fever due to enforced home detention, we had the opportunity to examine the interior of the van at some leisure, and to reflect on the performance of various fixtures. Basically, it's all good, except for the smoke alarm. This little bastard is in the category of necessary evil. We tolerate its continued existence with some difficulty, especially as squawks loudly in protest at any sign of cooking or even toast. It is becoming accustomed to being stuffed under a pillow, although it does bleep once or twice when handled. So we've begun to plot its future resettlement into new living quarters. We're thinking perhaps Smoky Bay, or Point Perpendicular, or Cape Endurance, or No-Battery Point. Perhaps, dear readers, you can think of a possible future home?
So we've been out and about again, looking over the shoulders of the rich and famous in Port Macquarie to see what they're reading
and eating and drinking without a single thought of our waistlines or wallet.
Notice the latte art - why, yes I believe it is indeed a bird of paradise. Rather like this one, below, that we found lurking outside the women's toilets at our tourist park. Very suspicious, this bird was, especially given its very gaudy and tasteless earrings. What was it looking at, we wondered.
During our time of cabin fever due to enforced home detention, we had the opportunity to examine the interior of the van at some leisure, and to reflect on the performance of various fixtures. Basically, it's all good, except for the smoke alarm. This little bastard is in the category of necessary evil. We tolerate its continued existence with some difficulty, especially as squawks loudly in protest at any sign of cooking or even toast. It is becoming accustomed to being stuffed under a pillow, although it does bleep once or twice when handled. So we've begun to plot its future resettlement into new living quarters. We're thinking perhaps Smoky Bay, or Point Perpendicular, or Cape Endurance, or No-Battery Point. Perhaps, dear readers, you can think of a possible future home?
I couldn't quite work out what extra appendages seem to spontaneously develop on Strelitzia in the Port Macquarie Region. Perhaps there is an evil chemical (testosterone?) lurking in the miasmas of Port?
ReplyDeleteAs for a solution to the smoke alarm - give up smoking. Alternatively it could be emasculated (battery removed). Give up cooking is another helpful suggestion. As this problem has not been reported by other Jayco members (Jayco Forum) it must be realted to the smokey activities of the encumbents.