We are still at Buddina, spending some time with Lindsey, Rob and Sharloe, who is the Easiest Baby In the World. Last night she went to bed without a peep at 7.30pm and woke up this morning, 12 hours later with a smile on her face. She has her moments apparently, but so far not in front of Nanna and Fafa.
Will be here a few more days while Rover the Landrover gets expensively fixed. Bad boy Rover. Not very happy with the problems Rover has revealed and very unimpressed with the previous owner who it seems could have given some more accurate and complete information about the car's history. Next time we will pay for that exhaustive mechanical report prior to purchase, rather than take the vendor's word. Hopefully these will be the last repairs for a while.
No new photos today despite a lovely trip up to Maleny, stopping for a gawk at the Glasshouse Mountains, and a little rainforest walk at Mary Cairncross Park. Camera did its thing again. You know, the one where the card gets left behind in the unload portal of the laptop? Bad Camera.
See how we blame inanimate objects for our own shortcomings? It's a good tactic. Helps keep the peace in a relationship. Previously, everything was the cat's fault. She was the perpetrator of all sorts of crimes, that Pippi. Mae was her only defender.
The music. The music I refer to is emanating loudly and through closed doors and windows from the neighbouring house to the one in which we are staying. The music is excoriatingly awful. It goes on for hours at a time and occurs every day. I have just listened to two repeats of "Aeroplane Jelly". Apparently they like this song. Their musical preferences are, shall we say, dissimilar to ours. But I really should not complain. We are very grateful to be able to use this house, which belongs to Lindsey's Mum (and David's ex) Marilyn. It is just around the corner from Lindsey and Rob's place. But the house does have some quirks. It is a time capsule of the 1970's, with a mustard coloured, sculptured shag pile carpet, a lime green kitchen featuring finger-slicing sharp aluminium strips by which you open the cupboard doors and little brown covers for each hotplate, all decorated with a sheaf of wheat. The National Trust may well be interested.
Anyway, David has just returned from his fishing trip, so I will sign off now. He was kind to the fish as usual, and it's cheese on toast for dinner!
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Bad, bad Rover! As a long time (but not good time) owner of Rover products, we know that they are beautiful to drive but hellishly expensive to maintain, and, possibly, a tad unreliable.
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