Friday 27^th January

A few amendments to be made…

Firstly we are on the Coomera River, not the Couran.  I possibly made up the Couran River…not sure how or why… Anyway the Coomera, as we speak, is brown and swiftly-flowing with the odd large lump of PERIL – big branches, floating objects, dangers, all round, to shipping.

Also – Tim and Sally’s boat is NOT an Alaskan, it is a Grand Banks.  They would be devastated at my error but fortunately they will never know; they don’t read these pages.  They have been slaving away on beautiful Contessa, up in a sling at the Gold Coast City Marina, and the underside is nearly all fixed, the osmosis problem held at bay for a few more years.

We went back to Cam and Del’s last night for a BBQ, with, of course, Tim and Sally, and Amy, who had been shopping at Harbour Town with Del and was full of elation with her new purchases.  We sat at the beautifully set table (Del is very stylish) and drank a toast to Australia Day, and to Baby Solomon Wood.

We ended the evening with a very thrilling tennis match – Federer v Nadal, extremely close.  Nadal was SO happy with his win, how could we begrudge him this victory, much as we love Roger… Cam’s TV is enormous; we had to turn our heads from side to side to watch the ball.  (Except for poor exhausted Sally who slept, very discreetly and politely, in her big comfy leather chair…) We could all remember watching tennis in the past, on tiny grainy black and white screens.  We so take all of this wonderful new technology for granted, don’t we?

Guess what – it is raining!!  Not monsoonal downpour, just a steady stream.  We have some exciting tasks this morning – I want to go to the big nearby Salvo’s Store to buy a heap of old towels so we can soak up the squelchy water underfoot, soaking into all of the carpets.  Poor wet 2XS… This afternoon we are going to Tweed Heads – yes we still have possession of The Uterus - to visit Darv Wilkins and to chat about the days of the Pandemonium in Vanuatu.

Snapshot: 10.45 Drinking coffee, half-listening to the cricket quielty in the background.  I am on my computer blogging, Pete is talking away to his computer, trying to work out - THE WEATHER and whether (weather??) or not we can ever leave our safe, ummm, sanctuary in Sanctuary Cove...