...New England. As we are still English (and surrounded by British people) I feel compelled to talk about the weather. It's hot again now but on Thursday it had the temerity to rain. And don't be fooled into believing that it's only the UK where the transport system is thrown into chaos by a change in the weather. I travelled into Perth on the train that day and there was an anouncement over the PA that all services were delayed due to the extreme weather conditions... it was raining. Okay we've not had rain here for well over a month but it's still pushing it to describe heavy drizzle as extreme. The roads suffered as well with the main Freeway gridlocked, I think it's done intentionally so the ex pats have something to whinge about, because thats when they are at their happiest.
The kids had a good week at school, well neither of them have been expelled or beaten up so they must have done something right. They've both learnt how to ask to go to the toilet in Japanese, although by the time Hattie has remembered how the entire phrase goes there could well be an embarrassing puddle on the floor. George managed to win a few brownie points with his teacher by being the only one in his class to answer correctly an Australian geography question, to be fair there's probably only two of his classmates that were actually born here.
Today, mindful of the lessons we learnt last weekend, we decided to explore the coastline and headed north. We were rewarded by discovering Yanchep, we were the first people to do so, apart from some Dutch sailors who washed up there back in 1680something. It's got fantastic white sandy beaches and a beautiful lagoon. Later in the day we travelled slightly in land to Yanchep National Park. We took a leisurely root march around Loch McNess (I swear I have not made that up) which reminded me alot of the lake at Roche Abbey... with the bullrushes and dragonflies and the searing heat and parrots and pelicans and wild kangaroos - well maybe not the kangaroos. There were also koalas there that had Wendy going all mushy... I think I need to find a Koala suit before Valentines day.
I managed to get hold of a music mag this week and was devastated to find out that Blly Bragg was in town last weekend to play a festival. It was a strange line-up but it also included Bjork as well as the Bard of Barking and so would definitely have been worth going to. I have vowed to be more vigilant in future and I'm already planning to go and see PJ Harvey, who is here in a couple of weeks, and there's no way I'll miss (Phil) Collins if he vetures this way (please insert your own jokes regarding high powered rifles here).
By this time next week we should be in our new rented accomodation complete with four bedrooms, two bathrooms and no furniture. If it cleared the channel our container should arrive in Fremantle on March 11 and then who knows how long it will take to get through customs. In the meantime we'll be making do with one camp bed and a table that I've managed to create from pure lard.
Well, I'm off now to search for Koala suits on google... (and in the words of the legend that was Nick Ross) please, don't have nightmares, Goodnight
The kids had a good week at school, well neither of them have been expelled or beaten up so they must have done something right. They've both learnt how to ask to go to the toilet in Japanese, although by the time Hattie has remembered how the entire phrase goes there could well be an embarrassing puddle on the floor. George managed to win a few brownie points with his teacher by being the only one in his class to answer correctly an Australian geography question, to be fair there's probably only two of his classmates that were actually born here.
Today, mindful of the lessons we learnt last weekend, we decided to explore the coastline and headed north. We were rewarded by discovering Yanchep, we were the first people to do so, apart from some Dutch sailors who washed up there back in 1680something. It's got fantastic white sandy beaches and a beautiful lagoon. Later in the day we travelled slightly in land to Yanchep National Park. We took a leisurely root march around Loch McNess (I swear I have not made that up) which reminded me alot of the lake at Roche Abbey... with the bullrushes and dragonflies and the searing heat and parrots and pelicans and wild kangaroos - well maybe not the kangaroos. There were also koalas there that had Wendy going all mushy... I think I need to find a Koala suit before Valentines day.
I managed to get hold of a music mag this week and was devastated to find out that Blly Bragg was in town last weekend to play a festival. It was a strange line-up but it also included Bjork as well as the Bard of Barking and so would definitely have been worth going to. I have vowed to be more vigilant in future and I'm already planning to go and see PJ Harvey, who is here in a couple of weeks, and there's no way I'll miss (Phil) Collins if he vetures this way (please insert your own jokes regarding high powered rifles here).
By this time next week we should be in our new rented accomodation complete with four bedrooms, two bathrooms and no furniture. If it cleared the channel our container should arrive in Fremantle on March 11 and then who knows how long it will take to get through customs. In the meantime we'll be making do with one camp bed and a table that I've managed to create from pure lard.
Well, I'm off now to search for Koala suits on google... (and in the words of the legend that was Nick Ross) please, don't have nightmares, Goodnight
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You know this blog is starting to sound dangerously like the Diary of Harry Davies aged 40 and 1/12.
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