The Family Flu Continues

Yes, it has been seven days.  Seven long, long days of daytime television.  The Lovely Husband took me to the doctor yesterday.  First time I have left the house in eight days.  The poor doctor, he was a new face, a new person who had to suffer my week long, isolation induced chatter.  I was off - natter, natter, natter.  He did get the odd word in edge-wise like "Umm", "Err..." and "I...".  He managed to examine me and establish I have crud in my lungs and need antibiotics. 

The Lovely Husband took me to lunch after the appointment and we sat there with very little to say.  Great lunch though.

I am off work for another week, another seven days of boredom and coughing.  Who knows maybe I will get some blogging in....some photography of obscure inanimate objects/plants/animals....reading the paper from end to end. 

WARNING:  There may be some pretty random posts to come.

18th Birthday Survivors

The cake was from the first 18th party.  The party for the adults that were there for the Young Negotiator while he was growing up.  He suffered the Transformers cake for his mother, he is a good lad.  The Cyclone on Legs staffy was overly excited by the prospect of so many people and was tied to the pool fence (only to be released again because his barking drove us mad).  He has a severe case of ADHD I am sure.   

The party for the friends in his age group was the following weekend.  It went all night and was a great success.  It was very cold but the guests kept warm with dancing and a bonfire in the paddock.  Fire twirling and techno music was supplied by guests but I was not allowed to take any photos. 

One exhausted reveller on the trampoline and two horses who were not at the party but as the gate was left open decided to join the morning after sleep.

Oh yeah, and do you remember the broken clothesline?  Well a guest or two decided to fix it, as you do at a party.  They were successful and we can use it again.  Weird behaviour, nothing was damaged but the clothesline fixed.  Who can understand teenagers these days.

The Family Flu

I am dying, dying I tell you.  The dreaded lurgy, the flu, the disease the family shares.  Thanks very much teenagers.  They had to share didn't they?  Still I am lucky.  Been sitting in my office the last two days.  That being our back veranda that gets the morning sun.  I have my camping recliner set up, my woollen socks on, tissues (thank you Kleenex for aloe vera tissues), water and phone.  Oh how I hate being sick, it- snot funny.  Oh yeah, sick and still cracking those one liners baby.

Rude Food

Mmmm, comfort food in winter.  This is steak and kidney with dumplings for the Lovely Husband.  He and I eat this alone as the teens want to throw up at the thought of it.  My dumplings (scone mixture) grew to this very suggestive shape in the saucepan and were the butt of many a joke (use your imagination).  Mmm love them dumplings. 

Chickens in Choppers

Well, not really.  This unmarked helicopter was checking the district for home grown drugs.  They use the blades to flatten the long grass/vegetation  by hovering.  Very clever.  They may not have found marijuana on our place but they certainly got our attention.  It was so loud.  I raced out in my very old tracky dacks, oversize jumper and beanie and must have looked a picture of loveliness.

Bruce The Goose on the Loose

The Young Negotiator Rejected!

The Australian Defence Force did not want my baby.  He has been rejected, sob sob.  How can they pass up his devilish good looks, that clever wit, his training commitment (even though that bit was markedly exaggerated) and his obvious desperate need for structure and discipline?  Well, apparently quite easily.   From the Australia wide applications of which there were thousands, there was only 100 positions.  100?  Bloody hell, he had Buckley's.  Oh well he had to give it a whirl Merle.  Poor Young Negotiator is back to square one.  He has no clue as to what to do next year beyond casual work.  The Lovely Husband and I have some jobs for him should he find a spare moment.