Sunday 21st April
Kind friend
Steve Mason suggested that I buy a very nice bottle of wine to make
amends. So I did… Not sure it did the
trick but…it was very nice Wirra Wirra Church Block. We both enjoyed it very much and nobody
wanted to share it, which was A Good Thing.
The
dinner/theatre thing was great. A real
hoot, as they say. Just two performers,
Phil Stevens, who was, in his heyday, the guest singer on the Mike Walsh Show –
oh yes, who can remember the Mike Walsh Show?? – and Bernadette Smith, a
gorgeous chanteuse in a variety of sparkly frocks and costumes. Phil was also very sparkly, very gay. We were in bright and cheery company, a group
of 22 people from Carlyle Gardens Retirement Resort, all ably organised by my
sister-in-law Lindy who could, so legend has it, ably take on organising the
Allied Forces if push came to shove.
This theatre
restaurant only opens Fridays and Saturdays, and not in the wet season. They put on about for shows a year. This one was Abba-salutely Fabulous so there
was quite a lot of ABBA and a bit of Patsy and Edina. And many doubles
entendres. The food was delicious,
by the way, so if you are in Northern Queensland – go there!!
I did take a
photo, with my iPhone, because I thought everyone would be mightily impressed
with the white bell-bottom trousers trimmed with sparkly white feathers
but…this was the result…
Michael stayed
overnight on the boat, and this morning he and Pete managed to get the pesky
rudder into place. At last and
finally! We are not sure if the initial
problem is improved but…the rudder is in place so all is well.
After all of
this hard, hot labour I thought Pete might need a bit of a break, with a
chicken roll, a cup of iced coffee, a beer, and his book. On the couch.
So Michael and I strolled into town, where there was a very nice market,
or so I had been told. Was was the operative word; it had
already packed up and gone by 1.30 when we got there. So we reversed our tracks and went to look at
Jupiters Casino. Michael is a bit of a
gambler, in a very restrained, cautious way, so he went off to lose $20 while I
ordered a bowl of potato wedges. Oh the
joy! Food…such a reliable pleasure. We shared this salty fatty treat, and had a long
cold beer each, and I felt some of the tension leave my body. For the moment.
Michael is now having
a nap and Pete is brewing up a batch of gin – that man can do anything!
Tonight we are going
to the Yacht Club for dinner. It is very
close by, as the seagull flies, but it is quite a long walk because we have to
go back into the city and over the bridge.
(All of this will be very good for us I am sure; it is quite hard to get
any sort of exercise when the temperature hovers around 30… I see people
charging along the Strand, which runs parallel to our Marina pontoon, jogging
very fast, or power walking, and I have no idea how they do it. I can only just manage a gentle stroll.)
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