pingu

It's easter so in Sydney we awoke to overcast skies and rain. This is the tradition here, what with nailing carpenters to trees being illegal. Moving swiftly along...I grabbed Rowlf and headed for Clive Park for an early morning swim. On he way I passed several coffee shops, all of which were closed because of aforementioned carpenter. I guess we'll take any offer of a day off work, so fair enough.

That picture, incidentally, was taken Easter last year when it was absolutely pissing down. More drizzle than rain today. Cream, the cafe in the picture is where Sal and I had lunch today. The heathen, atheist, destined to burn-in-the-hell-they-so-obviously-don't-believe-in owners and workers opened up today. Good on 'em. Anyway...

We got to the park to find the tide much higher than I'd seen there before so we had to scramble down a skinny path to the beach; well, I did; given the choice (which I didn't give) Rowlf would have belted straight into the water. The incredibly clear water...anyway, the ensuing playtime was much as any other; Sal arrived with Rumpole and the boys fetched thrown toys - standard stuff. BUT! Cool moment was early in the visit when we spotted two Little Penguins (that's the species name, and they are quite little) swimming along. They spotted us and duck-dived, if I may mix my birds, and we saw them no more.

Sal left Rumpole with me and Rowlf and went to not-shop as all supermarkets were closed today. I walked the boys home, getting increasingly angry for no good reason, stayed angry for a while at home, lost the plot briefly and then got over it. How about this...

Sal recently built, with her dad Mike, bookshelves. Sal then stained them in the second bedroom and before doing so had a bit of a tidy up in that room. One of the things she tidied up was the bag I often take to and from work, especially when cycling. It's my Camelbak Maximum Gear Transformer, that I am sure I blogged about last year. So anyway, this bag was lost to me over a month ago and several times since since I have inquired as to its whereabouts. To no avail. today, in my border-line-rage-over-nothing I got it into my head that I was going to go out, alone, and I needed my bag. So I started looking for it. And I found it! It was in Sal's flight cabin bag, under two other bags. The cabin bag was on top of the wardrobe in the main bedroom. Sal, unsurprisingly, has not been able to answer my question "what on earth was going through your mind as you put the bag I use every day under two bags you never use, into a bag you hardly ever use, and placing that bag on top of the wardrobe in the room I leave none of my things in?" Mind boggling I calmed right down.

What with the weather being shit and us having sod-all to do I cleaned up the cave under the house. Quite spacious now, quiel proud of myself. And it only took me a little over a year to get around to doing it.