I’m sitting under the palm trees in the caravan park in Cairns, laptop plugged straight into the power outlet, catching up on some emails while I wait for everybody to pack up.
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We’ve arrived in Cairns during the coldest winter they’ve had for years. So cold in fact that last night I nearly had to put a jacket on. I would have put one on except I was wearing a new top and had to show it off. The back is a big embroidered butterfly with cut outs, so of course nothing was going over that on its first night out! Using the shoe philosophy (when you find one that fits buy it in every colour) I bought 3 tops and a dress. All in different colours with different detail on the back.
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I’m living with the heater nazi.
Doc, as I’m my partner will henceforth be known in this blog, doesn’t feel the cold, so doesn’t think anybody else should either.
Everytime I put the heater on he gives me “that” look. The one where he’s desperately trying not to roll his eyes. Though sometimes he can’t help himself and he even verbalises the disdain. “Are you kidding?”
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I’ve been outback NSW over the last week. Working of course, but managing to combine business with pleasure.
While we were out that way I took the opportunity to go and visit some relatives, and over a couple of bottles of wine with dinner we started discussing the family history.
My grandmother was born in 1907 in a little place called Mt Hope. About halfway between Cobar and Hillston on the Kidman Way.
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We’re preparing for our next big trip away. So today we’ve been out shopping – browsing 4WD and camping shops. And e-bay of course.
Now, I’m a novice when it comes to 4WDing and camping.
My type of shopping is usually very different. Last week my sister was in town, so we went for a trip to the markets – shopping and lunch. What more could a girl want? I bought a necklace. I won’t tell you how much I spent, other than to say that apparently it would have got us a few tanks of diesel while we’re away.
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