by Guest Author
We were rudely woken up this morning, on my 4th month and my wife Biancas 2nd month anniversary of being in Australia, with gun shots. Can you believe it, the baddy obviously needs practice cos both shots missed what ever he was shooting at? Big news over the weekend was a car hijacking with the guy using a knife. On the brighter side, our home loan is officially approved and we move to our new house on Biancas birthday. All I need to do for a gift this year is a large ribbon around the container for her to open and unpack all her gifts, which will look exactly like the stuff she had back home in SA. I personally couldnt think of a better gift. The boys first week at school has gone well with only a few tears from Keal in the mornings and settling in soon after Bianca leaves. Tyle seems to be getting into things with a good note from the teacher on Friday in his homework book.
Another weekend of endless fun and beach activity, with an average of more than 300 sunshine days a year in Queensland what more can you ask for? Friday took us down the Gold Coast to spend the night with the Scotts where we narrowly missed a storm which blew roofs off and trees down all over town as we drove there. On Saturday morning the dads took the kids down to the famous Gold Coast beach. Not sure why the beach is called Surfers Paradise as the waves were small, maybe they refer to the lack of bikini tops lying around.
We put the long weekend to good use and went up the Sunshine Coast to stay with some new friends, The Swanepoels. Friday night involved braaiing on the beach (which is done on a metal plate which is cleaned and maintained by the council) at Mooloolaba with a sunset swim and meeting a whole bunch of ex Zimbo farmers. Saturday was off to the Eumundi markets which was superb, not all the usual Chinese crap, but some great stuff with local buskers and actors all over the show. Got to Noosa and went to the beach then found a campsite right on the river and set up the tent in the rain which didnt stop till morning. I thought tents are meant to be waterproof, luckily we slept on a blow up matresses which just floated around inside the tent. Supper was at a Malaysian resturant which is 10% cheaper than in SA because you dont have to tip the waitress unless she dances on the table for you.
Bianca walks along the beach front most mornings when she is not on her knees scrubbing the floor or doing washing. Luckily she hasnt started wearing hair curlers while she sweeps the driveway. Im still waiting for Sam my old Mozambiquean gardener, but looks like Im going to have to tackle the garden myself as the weeds are now taller than the plants. Dont think its a jol living here, its bladey hard work finding the time to do gardening and house work.
After considering breaking the fire ban I decided it best to pull out the Webber only to find with disgust that no one had cleaned it. (I think Im going to fire Sam when he eventually pitches up). This time I took the no nonsense approach and used plenty blitz and charcoal and tried to burn the grid clean. Didnt work so I had to wash it, what happened to the days when you would use a 10 year old grid that has a life time of braai leftovers stuck to it in varying thicknesses and together with a mixture of rust creates that unique braai flavour. When the chicken roast was finally done I entered the world weber chefs rating at number one on debut.
I miss: shopping trolleys with back wheels that are fixed and dont make the trolley crab and Sam my old gardener
I dont miss: the one sock laundry thief, because she is here too. So all of you that blame the maid, I can promise its not her and I dont miss the taxis.