G’day mate, what’s cracking?
Strewth have I had a bonza weekend hey. Built a barbeque which I reckon gives me unofficial Australian status!
It maybe mid-April but the sun is still intense enough for the sun-screen lotion, though sunset is around 6.30pm so it has a somewhat Autumn feel…except that it’s still 30*C. A crowd of us celebrated a friend’s 21st birthday down at a local park today. The huge bonus about living here is that you can plan a picnic a month in advanced and not have to also plan a rainy day back-up plan. It was really good fun, lots of yummy home-made food and several footy games… no two guesses as to what I was doing.
A picture for those who have forgotten what I look like...
Complete with cricket set and eskie (cool box)... as Australian as it gets!
The mum of the house finished her court trial this week… as part of the jury. As WA only has a population size of ~2million you have a high likelihood of been called up more than once in your life time for jury service. You also have to detract from this number the people who are exempt due to their occupation (any role in law based departments i.e. police, judicial officials, members of parliament etc and people with criminal convictions themselves. As I am unaware of anyone else I know who has been called up before, it was interesting to hear first-hand the procedures a juror has to go through as part a court case, though any information on the court case was only allowed to be told (to other people) after the verdict had been given.
In other unusual events, Hannah had her appendix out a week ago. This I can sympathise with, as I have also gone under the knife for the same operation, which results in a bloated stomach (trapped air, which likes to migrate to the shoulders, painful) and the inability to clench the stomach muscles for a few weeks without your face muscles consequently grimacing in pain. We compared scars, as you do (3 cut sites around stomach area, keyhole surgery); hers obviously still red with yellowed skin from the chemicals they used (put you off your food now haven’t I) and mine after 5 years are reduced to little white lines, to which I applaud modern surgery.
So all pretty normal as my life goes… except after 4 months of mostly sandal usage, I have developed a dislike for wearing socks and shoes, in so much that prolonged wearing of my trainers today caused a blister on my toe (that also may be because I was playing a lot of football). Still, sandals for the win!
Take care all, Siiba bulungi! (Luganda)
Translation: 'Have a nice day', a word that Mackey will need to learn (who's 21st party I went to) as she is going to Uganda in a few months to work at Watoato childrens orphanage, check their mission out at http://www.watoto.com/
P.s Happy Birthday Mackey! :)
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