Cars, Crocodiles and Crochet!
Finally I’m home and I’m reunited with the Stash..
I walked in last night, two laptops, blue bag and my Brown backpack, still smelling of diesel and the general being in the NT life smell.. and spied :
Hanging innocently over the arm of the couch. I have been ENORMOUSLY stressed since Tuesday without crochet.. I’ve had to make some granny squares for a charity drive this morning to take the edge off it.
Bit better now.
I’ve also gone through the Stash, and as I promised a prize on WNTC for the best comment (that doesnt resort to “you guys are mean”dom) regarding my most recent post, I have found 10 balls of yarn (Paris Mohair to be precise) and I’ve laid it out ready.
Been to the post office to collect a new book of patterns I’m devouring. And I bought the post bags to send the last few things down to Queanbeyan Show – M_F : coming at you this week!!!
(And Bob – Laughing at the Book story as I remember the original version and.. No.. they’re cows.. not goats. However if I buy my farm… I can have goats.. cashmere…. hurrrrrrhhhhhh)
And to show you what else I’ve been doing apart from documenting procedures until I thought I had gone blind:
On Thursday, we went out to dinner. This is far more glamourous than it sounds given we were all still dressed for work.. and.. true to form.. a car ran out of fuel..
What makes it funnier was a. Its the Boss’s Daughter car.. and we had no Unleaded with us so we had to drive to the Pub/Service Station and borrow a Jerry can of petrol.
Then we realised that we didnt have a funnel.
I did however find a roll of aluminium foil. Which when you make a funnel and mush it into the gas tank opening doesnt spill a DROP!
Once rolling again, we headed back to the Hayes Creek Pub (with the Service station and the fuel pump painted to look like a Jack Daniels bottle : Classy!!) and it was time for Dinner.
This increases the Tally to Amanda 2, Crocodiles 0
These are Crocodile Bites served with salad and Wedges. Wedges with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce… hurrrrrrrrrrrrhhhh A bit too much pepper is my only complaint.
The other girls did complain about a dinner guest:
Its ok – he only crawled under the table twice…
Sunset Last night Looked Like this: