Hey there friend.
Well, you might be forgiven for thinking that people in Hobart communicate in smoke signals. If this was the case, we don't talk enough. However, there are lots of talkative homes in Moonah. The number of chimneys that would be billowing out tas oak smoke at the moment in the neighbourhood is quite high.
This has a lot to do with the temperature and the efficiency of combustion heaters to warm a house in the dead of winter.
Even though it is the dead of winter over here, we are very much alive. Things are good. We have had Bjs cousin Renee over from WA and she has enjoyed listening to Bj and my arguments ever so often. Quite amusing. Bj is back at work a coupla days a week, and we are going along nicely. I have to put some current photos up on this site, but I just don't have the willpower to get it done. I blame the cold and the ten odd metres of icy blast I need to travel to the sleepout with said digicam to upload photos.
Anyway, instead of going to get the cam, I'll just rant and rave and ramble on about nothing in particular, you won't learn anything about what's going on over here, but at least my fingers will be slightly less numb after this long sentence because of the blood flowing through them to get the idea across. There. That feels better.
Ok enuf wingeing.
On with photos because that is what we're here for; in a random order then.
A picture of Quinlan making a pertinent point in the conversation, which he frequently does, we just can't understand him. But he manages to make sounds like they fit right in with the conversation. Good fun!
Well, you might be forgiven for thinking that people in Hobart communicate in smoke signals. If this was the case, we don't talk enough. However, there are lots of talkative homes in Moonah. The number of chimneys that would be billowing out tas oak smoke at the moment in the neighbourhood is quite high.
This has a lot to do with the temperature and the efficiency of combustion heaters to warm a house in the dead of winter.
Even though it is the dead of winter over here, we are very much alive. Things are good. We have had Bjs cousin Renee over from WA and she has enjoyed listening to Bj and my arguments ever so often. Quite amusing. Bj is back at work a coupla days a week, and we are going along nicely. I have to put some current photos up on this site, but I just don't have the willpower to get it done. I blame the cold and the ten odd metres of icy blast I need to travel to the sleepout with said digicam to upload photos.
Anyway, instead of going to get the cam, I'll just rant and rave and ramble on about nothing in particular, you won't learn anything about what's going on over here, but at least my fingers will be slightly less numb after this long sentence because of the blood flowing through them to get the idea across. There. That feels better.
Ok enuf wingeing.
On with photos because that is what we're here for; in a random order then.
A picture of Quinlan making a pertinent point in the conversation, which he frequently does, we just can't understand him. But he manages to make sounds like they fit right in with the conversation. Good fun!
A scary looking plant photo looking somewhat like a spider about to pounce... Somewhat..
Just reach out and touch it...
And a cake manifique that the BeeJay lady made. Bj mispelt Egs name. Don't know how she got it that wrong. Anyway, at least the cake looked kinda egg like................ But simply marvelllous tasting actually. Was made from two types of sponge cake underneath. Ingenious.
There.
Stick around for more informative pictures and natterings.
