Monday, a small project making a shelf in the back of the car has come to pass. Deeply moving moment, when one sees one’s own creation completed. However the experience is marred by a miscalculation. I’m not perfect? I’ll just have to learn to live with it.
Went to the shops. Hand sanitizer! Sanity is returning! In other words, no brain dead moron has grabbed the lot.
Big mistake. Left Anne alone for too long and she bought Italian, knee high boots. She is convinced they are perfect for our travels. Her hiking boots are perfect for our travels. These things are perfect for lunch at a schmick restaurant. (schmick /ʃmɪk/ adjective. INFORMAL, AUSTRALIAN. smart or stylish.)
She spots an Akubra Cattleman for me. Size 59. My size. She demo’s it. See pic.
Don’t believe anyone. Size matters. I bought one in Mt Isa January 1996 for just $85. It was too small at size 58. I thought it would be alright. It wasn’t. I thought it would stretch. It didn’t. So that is now Annes. Now this one, 24 years later, my size 59 is $190! I will wait a few days. If it is still there then, it’s fate and I’ll get it.
Tuesday, finally a walk after a break of two days. Found the path down from the lookout to the bottom near the end of the caravan park.
Another video attached but to hear nature. Who would wear head phones on a rural walk. I’ve seen it. They don’t hear the sounds of nature or the car coming up behind them.
Then up past the house boats for the final climb back to our luxury box on wheels.
The house boat area I noticed had a few personal touches. Someone likes plaster chooks and someone else (or the same person?) has made a helicopter and plane. Well done!
Even the final climb had a few colours we hadn’t noticed or seen before. One natural gum tree and one vine. Beautiful.
Back at base with the usual afternoon tea which is always a pleasant experience. Having said that, a change of venue. It rained so we adjourned to shed. A change is as good as a holiday. (?) Who said that anyway and what were they thinking? They have obviously never had a decent holiday.
Then suddenly Rick hears the bark of the famous Red Ned truck again. I have wanted to be at the highway, to record him approaching face on, zoom past and fade into the distance. So I sprint (? Hasten at a sub-heart attack pace) towards the road.
I don’t quite make it but got close. I do catch him on video again only I think, he was light loaded and without the full pitch of the unique exhaust note at max output. Also, listening to it again, I think he was throttling off gently. Anyway, I caught him (again) and he is attached.
Now raining and we are reminded of just how untrustworthy nature is and how it lacks punctuality. It got cold and started to drizzle. So here I endeth the soggy lesson.
A wet day, perfect for staying inside. That’s OK. I wanted to finish putting something together for ANZAC Day anyway. In the mean time the neighbour’s cat is determined to inspect the van. It will NOT get in.
Next day, we awake to fog. Fog? Early, quiet and foggy. All a bit spooky. Made the horses look particularly spooky with flashes of The Headless Horseman-ish, sort of. Well not really.
More work on ANZAC Day and another ZOOM meeting with the guys, ANZAC drinks only at 4pm. No Pics.
(Here I will insert exactly what I put on facebook for ANZAC Dawn Service.)
“Staying with friends Rick and Diane, just outside Loxton but still practising self isolation. The alarm went at 5am. Up at 5.30, assembled our makeshift Cenotaph with flag, Rosemary (thanks Diane) and candle. Cool here. Rick had the wood heater going. Listened to the Radio, ABC I think.
As the morning went on, the Cenotaph got bigger with additions such as Anzac biscuits and Rum and Vegemite.
Had our gunfire breakfast with eggs and bacon plus of course rum in coffee. Great to see all the contributions from all around Australia. Well done to the people of our great country. Lest We Forget.”
Then followed shortly there after with a BBQ lunch. STILL practicing self isolation but the gap closes with two males at one BBQ. All went well. Bit smokey but came out OK.
By the way, to see the full ANZAC tribute I put together, go to the home page of the blog at the top and click on, Special events – ANZAC Day 2020.
Rick has to move some stuff with the forks attachment on the Bobcat. Like I said before, not just boys toys. On semi rural, it is necessary/justified.
We take off to empty the toilet cassette and have a chat with another Dump Spot customer. We work out with closures, there are probably just three of us using it.
On site still, I head to the toilet block to wash hands and spot a few odd ‘things’. Close examination, one is a huge but unlucky moth on the floor and on it’s side and not at all well. Another of his comrades with wings open but even more unlucky with his touch down location.
Outside our usual walk around on the river bank and I see a very determined ant carrying what appears to be the back half of a bee. Don’t know if the ant came across it or it was a battle to the death. By the way, I thought the back end was the thorax but it is the abdomen.
Then I managed a bit of video of a pelican. The background noise of a boat going past kind of fits.
And so, the end of ANZAC Day where it was evident the COV-19, rather than handicapping the ANZAC celebration brought out the determination and the best of the public wanting to honour the armed services and fallen. Very heartening.
A few novel and interesting experiences this three day block together with daily chores and play. Monday was an OK day. We came across host Rick on his daily bike ride while on our walk then more walking a-la-scrub and some flora.
The sun was right to photograph Ricks rustic Coat of Arms but then, shortly after on a late run to the dump point, we came across some real roos.
A few bright flowers in the unlikely spot between the toilet block and the dump point and the day was done.
A big day next! A trip to Berri to pick up my new Commonwealth Bank Mastercard. Fascinating to see a statue to commemorate the Italian migrants to the area. Bunnings was on the list and a bit of a run through to get back to the home base for our ritual afternoon tea.
Now Rick zero’s in on Anne’s pink parasol blocking the sun. Don’t know why. It matched the colour of the paint on his truck wheel drum in the foreground. Sunset drinks, I took a brilliant cloud with less than brilliant result. It’s the thought that counts.
Today’s walk, we spot probably the slowest highway user for the day, except for us. We spot what we thought were birds nests, except they were sealed. We deduced they were either ants or wasps. I grabbed a stick to give one a bash to find out, but Anne rightfully suggested maybe we didn’t want to find out the hard way.
We blaze a new trail in a different direction and spot a few plants not seen before (and some we have), a gorge down to the river with a track to try out in due course and an opportunity to show our fly nets again but with happier faces that last time, more or less.
Couldn’t work out if this was dew/water but in these days, chose not to touch it.
Is it supposed to look like this?
And then …
… at our 2pm to 3 pm coffee date with Rick and Diane, a ‘Karma’ moment. I mentioned before Red Ned, the red cab semi that travels up and down the highway? Now here, you have to either be a truckie or have a bloody good imagination. I had committed to video (with audio) Red Ned. I just had to wait till he passed.
Now … be aware, Red Ned is considered to have the ‘sweetest motor exhaust note in the Riverland.’ All trucks do NOT sound the same.
My camera has been omni- present for days and days. Then as we sip our coffee Rick jumps up as a truck approaches and says, ‘No … wait yes! It’s Red Ned.’ Another truck had masked his approach. Scramble and grope for camera and I seize the moment.
If it is your sort of thing, listen and enjoy. If not, that’s Ok. I want to hear it again anyway. Made my day.
It finished with another inspiring sunset …
… with nibbles Dukkah, olive oil and warm fresh rolls (and mosquito coil), an Italian limoncello and a generous G & T. Sausages and chops with mash, broccoli and carrots. Is there no end to the joy.
All but nothing happened on the 18th. In fact we didn’t even go for a walk, which is normally the third highlight of each day. However, the other two daily highlights did come to pass. Firstly, our 2pm coffee and cake meeting.
When we arrived, hosts Rick and Diane were a little bemused that we decided to turn the van and face west which looks into the scrap metal and fire wood yard area. Our logic was that we get the sunsets and we also have interesting odds and ends to amuse us, as opposed to looking at the drive way with the sun setting behind us and the van. We are delighted with the location.
CAMP COVID
Now said hosts have also named our spot as ‘Camp Covid’ which we think is quite amusing and enjoy the concept. We refer to ourselves from time to time as refugees or lepers.
Rick snapped us recently at the 2pm coffee break. He was amused by us huddling under jumpers to stop getting cooked by the sun. I guess we looked like the classic ‘oldies’ and the scrap metal pile is good for a snigger. Actually, I did snigger when I saw the photos.
Second daily highlight. The emptying of the toilet cassette with what is now becoming the habit of a short stroll on the river bank to observe the flora and fauna after the emptying. However you do not need more photos of river, gum trees, ducks and pretty little flowers.
Next day, we did not only walk but blazed a new trail all the way into Loxton then back through the scrub land. It was pleasant to walk through rural suburbia for a change, starting with the excellent median strip, neatly landscaped and lawned, then past pleasant houses and flower gardens.
And finally, just a few things we have learned from the coronavirus experience.
Easter continued it’s memorable moments from our van fridge failure to being contacted by the Commonwealth bank that my identity had been ‘borrowed’ by a third party, whom I do not know but none the less would like them dead. They tested it with a withdrawal of I think $248, followed by $1144 and then $295, which is where the bank spotted it and said ‘WHOA!’ Bottom line is I will be reimbursed as it was corruption/evil workings and I will get a new card in due course. In the mean time, no card.
I asked how often this occurred, but then interrupted him and noted, ‘This is over Easter and I had to wait on hold for you for six minutes. This happens a lot, doesn’t it.’ ‘Yes sir.’ came back to me. There are crooks out there working full time at thieving. Bloody amazing.
So day to day stuff for us is a bit repetitive, as are most lives right now. At least ours is a fair bit outside and ‘up the river’ and surrounds. On that note, see the stick in the photo below. Now see second cropped photo. No. It’s not a snake but it ducks down for ten seconds then bobs up again looking for fish. It is an Australian Darter and I saw the first one on the same river about eight months ago at Kingston.
Note: The Darter is a large, slim water bird with a long snake-like neck, sharp pointed … of two main Anhinga species (the other ‘Anhinga’, is found in North America)
The Australian Darter.
On one of our walks along the river then up past the house boat mooring, I am guessing one of the house boat owners has planted white Lilies. They better get watered. Rain fall here is all but nonexistent.
House boats! Water caravans and I have to say, I am tempted. Now we thought we would show our ‘anti fly netting’ which we have done so. I don’t know why we chose the ‘It was devastating but we will fight it and make it through’ type pose. A smile wouldn’t have hurt. By the way, they are only used when the flies are very heavy. (9 out of 10 times)
Clouds and sun change at a moment’s notice to make dramatic changes.
The advantages of slow walks are you get a lot of time to have a good look at things. The flora is pretty, up close and the trees fascinate. Stringy bark, ghost gums, and paper barks.
Notice this guy was cut off about 1.5 metres off the ground and now is heading to fully grown again out of it’s unique base.
This is a special place for the unwary driver, self included. Notice the mottled light. (Mottled light consists of small patches of light and shade, often created from bright light shining through leaves.)
Now see what the mottled light masks. First time we hit it, I would have lost my false teeth, if I’d had any.
On our current home block, mini tomatoes continue to fruit of tomato bushes that look like they should have been pulled out weeks ago.
I moment to brag. The monitor on the dashboard is wasted when the caravan is disconnected. So, as we cannot see out the back window anyway, why not loop the cable up from the car outlet to inside the rear tub with canopy, make a bracket, get an extra camera and put it on the back of the car so we see rear view from the dash monitor. No fixings. Slamming the back window onto the tail gate locks it in place. Done a bit dodgy with limited resources but done never the less.
Next my miracle girl emptying the toilet cassette. Is there nothing she will not tackle?
Next, our ‘busy’ dashboard. Looks over the top but all good stuff. top left, almost un noticed, the dash cam. Centre, rear view monitor. Left of centre, the GPS. Right of centre the tyre pressure and temperature monitor. There are sender units on all four caravan and all four car wheels.
Guinness. Guess what time it is. Yes. approx. 5pm and pointing to the sunset.
Then the sunset. Never ceases to impress us.
Then, if you want to talk tough art, out host makes art out of scrap. The rustier the better. The wagon was more or less intact, but the full size driver and horses are a mixture of all sorts. Half the fun is close inspection to work out the source of parts. One hint. The horse bodies are hot water service tanks.
They say, ‘Small things amuse small minds.’ No argument. I find these ant holes fascinating. Millions of ants like minded. I remember, is it Woody Allan in the movie, ‘Ants?’ he is on the psychiatrists couch. He says something like, ‘Sometimes I think I am just insignificant in our massive community.’ The psych says, ‘Ah ha! Now we are getting somewhere!’
It took me a while to work out these narrow, wandering tracks. Finally, the penny dropped. They are kangaroo tracks.
And now just a taste of the steady stream of single and double trailer semi’s, trundling pass and keeping the country fed and supplied with the necessities of our lives. Yes. Truckee’s carry the country. I don’t stand close to take photos. They are a good but a little ‘touchy’ bunch. They may take offense to being singled out Took this guy at a distance. He might be red but he is NOT the locally famous ‘Red Ned’ who has, I am told, the sweetest exhaust note. I am biding my time to video and audio record Ned.
Also two extremely sad pieces of news.
Our landlord from the One More Bar in Dili, East Timor, Gil Fawcett, a larger than life gentle giant who we all probably thought was bullet proof in fact was not. He lost a short fight with cancer, leaving many friends and associates both surprised and so very saddened. So it’s true. The good die young. Bless his fine heart. RIP Gil. The photos are taken on the very last trading night of The One More Bar, 3rd of August 2013. In fact it wasn’t a trading night as such. It was a closed function for Leigh Biggs ‘significant’ birthday. Gil pictured with Leigh and Nene and with employees and friends.
Then, a matter of days after, and just as shocking, a man known to anyone who has been in Dili longer than five minutes, Dr Dan Murphy taken from us suddenly. Founder of the Bairro Pite Clinic, Dr Dan was a legend and tireless medical worker for the people of East Timor/Timor Leste. Any degree of praise relating to what he contributed to the local people is impossible to appreciate for anyone who has not been witness over an extended period. He was phenomenal. God bless his good heart. Photo with ‘The Fighting CeeBees’ who just finished repairing a water tank for the clinic together with the then (tireless) manager Fi. Also another photo on the occasion when Anne and I donated a dentist chair to the clinic. Fully operational except for the suction pump. Dentist chair? It’s another long story. Wait for the book.
Now Friday, the last day in this batch of days I have called Loxton 5. Sitting at the computer pre-breakfast and a call comes in from ex Dili-ite Luke Gosling. Luke’s selfless family were great contributors to East Timor/Timor Leste. They created their own NGO to support and contribute to the people of this new nation in any way they could. Here Luke is pictured (in the middle) with other organizers Sister Michelle and Sean, of a multi skill community event which included a canoe race on 16th March 2004. Luke knew both Dr Dan and Gil extremely well. Dan has been gone from Dili for quite a while now , but is still empathetic to the plight of the people of the community, both locals and expatriates. He picked up that Gil had passed away and called to voice his shock and sadness. Luke is now Senator Luke Gosling in the N.T. Anyone who has lived there in ET never really cuts all ties. Photos of Luke downloaded from the net.
Another walk, this time same as yesterdays but back the opposite direction for a little excitement. Yesterday, with our devil may care attitude, we skipped the emptying of the toilet cassette ceremony. However, it is unadvisable to do that two days running. So the afternoon found us at the dump point and we extended our visit to savour the river and surrounds yet again. We never get sick of it.
And now, after all this time, I found out she can do this …
Back to base and I inspect the tidy up and battery frame repair I did a little earlier in the back of the car. Right is car fridge/freezer, two ‘Thumper’ batteries (that’s what they are called by the manufacturer) to run the fridge and other odds and ends including shovel, machete (every home should have one) diesel can and funnel for the heater, tools and ball joint lock. By the way, the centre space is for the folding chairs and tables. (plural. One large and one small)
On left, large box on bottom, full of things you don’t want to have to use. Snap strap, compressor, battery powered saw, jump starter battery, jumper leads, battery pistol drill, siphoning hose and associated. Second smaller box on top rear, tools. Blue box on top. The most important WINE cellar.
Ten and twenty litre water jerry cans, caravan jack, dozen beer (emergency back up) 5kva silenced generator and a torch.
Getting cold so, inside for sunset drinks and without the sunset. OK it’s just drinks.
Tomorrow is another day. (How’s that for brilliant deduction.)
A lot more of the same. Walking ‘a-la scrub’. Some old tracks. Some new. Not losing any weight (bummer) but dare I say, getting a little fitter. By the way, for non Australians … scrub: noun. a thick growth of small or stunted shrubs or trees.
Either another ‘condom … soiled’ or the same one run over a few times. A little scrub flora, quite pretty, more local signs.
The local Foodland we notice has a friends name, a stout but pleasant ute guard. Word for the wise. They look docile, however NEVER approach the car, not even to say ‘Who’s the nice doggy’ because you will find out he is NOT the nice doggy you thought he was. He loves the owner and the car and you are a hostile intruder to him. (or her)
In the mean time the miracle we had hoped for actually happened and of all places, at Woolies. We had been told, ‘you have to ask for ‘certain things’ as they are not put on the shelves, but kept behind the counter. So it came to pass that Anne and I approached a young lady and asked the well worn question, ‘Have you any toilet paper?’ Only to receive the well worn answer, ‘No.’ So, in for a penny, in for a pound. ‘Do you have any hand gel?’ The question was referred to a not so young lady and did not get an answer but instead the obtuse question, ‘Are you together?’ It was starting to sound a little cloak and dagger-ish. I stated the obvious, ‘yes.’ and received the answer, ‘Yes, we do, but only one for you.’
Then we commenced a verbal tennis match. “Can we have two please?’ No, because you are together.’ (score: love, 15) ‘Well had we not been together could we have had one each?’ ‘Yes.’ (score: 15 all) ‘Well, in that case, we are not together.’ (score: 30, 15) ‘But you told me you are.’ )score: 30 all) ‘I have never seen her before in my life.’ (score: 40, 30) ‘Only one.’ (score: 40 all) ‘We have two sets of hands.’ (score: advantage us, game point) ‘Only one.’ (score: deuce) ‘We have been looking for a month.’ (score: advantage to us, game point) ‘Only one.’ (score: deuce) ‘But …’ ‘Only one.’ (score: advantage Woolies, game point) ‘How about …’ ‘Only one.’ Game, set and match to Woolies.
Now, the cunning plan I mentioned before came to fruition. We set up the lap top, turned on Zoom and I had a six way lunch with friends. We all had our meals and drinks set up and we even did a little ‘show and tell.’
The full contingent of six.
I showed them my miracle, the hand gel. Also my red Easter egg Anne had thoughtfully put on display. She loves decorating. The others showed their meals (Steve had crayfish entre) and their chosen beverages. Garry even tried to walk the lap top down to his new, flash, off road caravan but lost signal.
The waitress does a selfie outside the van while the meeting continues inside.
I countered with a toilet roll in a wrapper displaying ‘Who gives a crap.’ Always a party stopper.
But then I pulled out the big guns. My little statue of Jesus. Everyone went quiet for a moment. This requires explanation, but will go on a bit too long. Long story short, it is a standing joke with a friend that in the film ‘Cool Hand Luke’ with Paul Newman, he sings a short, two verse song when he was in Prison. It opens with the lines, ‘I don’t care if it rains or freezes, long as I got my plastic Jesus, riding on the dash board of my car.’
It’s always been a standing amusement to us. So to perpetuate and nurture it, I decided to try and track down a little plastic Jesus while in Italy last year to give to said friend. However the only one I could find was this big one about six inches tall in the old language. However, it is a beauty. The head is on a spring, he is smiling and winking and one hand is pointing while the other is doing a thumbs up. Classic. Actually, anything but classic. Enough said.
Spotted the medical helicopter flying over as it does when a patient has to be taken to Adelaide in a hurry. You got to squint.
It was decided we should have a self isolating BBQ. Not an easy thing but possible as we proved. The BBQ had two separate hotplates. Each approaches the BBQ in turn to service their specific hot plate with their specific tongs, then steps back four metres for the other ‘team’ to do likewise. End result. Two tables and sets of chairs about five metres apart. Love (of BBQ’s) will find a way.
A few things missed, like at the most inopportune time, about eight O’clock on Thursday night before Easter during a pandemic the van fridge stops. So pure panic with ‘weeping and gnashing of teeth’ and a blown fuse is found. So finding servo’s that sell fuses at that moment is a bit of a task, but fate steps in an a phone call from mechanic friend Leigh while we were still searching tells me of the bush trick of stripping some flexible wire and pulling a strand or two out to wrap around the two blades of the fuse, so repairing the dud. Saved the day. Saved by Leigh and his bush patch job.
Also, ‘Mr Spanner’ receives a body transplant, thanks not so much to medicine but Anne’s photography.
6th and we have now upgraded our ‘go for a walk’ activity to be daily. The walks are now being extended to a full hour, non-stop (more or less) through mainly rugged, scrubby terrain.
At one point we (Anne) spotted a bunch of kangaroos. Hang on. Some education here.
‘Kangaroos are often colloquially referred to as “roos”. Male kangaroos are called bucks, boomers, jacks, or old men; females are does, flyers, or jills, and the young ones are joeys. The collective noun for kangaroos is a mob, troop, or court.
Sorry. We spotted a ‘mob’ of six ‘roos’. Probably only about a kilometer away. The little camera I carry couldn’t focus so I missed the shot. As a token gesture, I have marked their path on the photo. Totally useless really.
For that reason I will not post a photo of the track that the rabbit crossed about a hundred metres in front of me and about 2 seconds before the camera took the photo..At least it was a live one this time.
The walk did not diminish the excitement of our trip to the dump spot to empty the toilet cassette because the trip to town included a trip to the supermarket.
On the supermarket visit, we had a near miracle experience. We got a packet of food grade powdered, disposable gloves AND methylated spirits! NO! I’m not joking!
I said ‘a near miracle.’ We have been dreaming of antiseptic hand gel and THAT would be a true miracle. Now, miracles don’t just happen. Sometimes you have to hunt them down. I have a cunning plan. (quoting Baldrick in Blackadder) but more of that later.
For those who have lived a sheltered life,
this is Private S Baldrick and he usually has ‘a cunning plan.’
The next day we broke our new plan of daily walks as a new plan is evolving. Everyone is talking about the ‘Zoom’ software of group meetings via computer or phone. So the day was spent plotting and planning.
In the ‘old days’ before we left Adelaide a small group of friends, self included, of real estate background or associated used to go for lunch every Friday. When we came back to Adelaide, I would join the same group and lunch. To state the obvious, Coronavirus has pulled that up completely in it’s tracks.
My cunning plan is get that particular group of amigos to install Zoom on their laptops so bigger screens than phones and hands free, come up with a specified time, push laptops back a bit for space and be waiting when the meeting begins on split screen with meal in front of us all and bottle of red wine opened and at the ready. So we will have a lunch, ‘joint and several’ as the legal term goes.
N.B. While the legal term means, ‘(of a legal obligation) undertaken by two or more people, each individual having liability for the whole.’ I am stretching it to mean, together and separate. Watch this space.
Now, all guys have ‘boys toys’. Friend Rick takes the cake with a Bobcat. Having said that, it is as close to a necessity as a rural man can get. Pretty cool though.
Tomorrow is another day. In fact Wednesday to be precise.
We endured over 60km per hour winds (that was gust speed) and our awning was truly tested together with the ‘anti-flap’ accessories. We panicked and started stripping the awning to take it down but by then it was too late. We would not be able to release the restraining ropes and keep the awning. We doubled the support ropes on each end of the awning and then put a third rope with strainer knots on top of the others. The awning lived through it and was packed up the next morning for two days. Now … I do NOT have any photos of that because at the time it was happening, I was experiencing a sphincter factor of .95 (quote from film The Abyss) and even I, who takes a photo of a door just in case someone important happens through it, didn’t think in my adrenalin flooded frenzy to take a pic. Such is life (Ned Kelly)
Look at the multi ropes.
We have taken to walking. There are dirt tracks which seem rural and remote though relatively close to town. That is we can walk for an hour down dirt/sand tracks though if we turn right at the correct moment, can hit the main highway in ten minutes.
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Ants, ants and ….
…more ants.
Great scenery. River, hills, high views of the river. Just so very nice.
We came across all sorts. Two graves of children who died and were buried over a hundred years ago. So young and so sad. One head stone in German which reflected the settlers.
Really rustic terrain plus plus plus.
‘Plus’ includes a dead rabbit. We tried to work out how this relatively intact rabbit had died. His head facing backwards was a bit of a hint. It had some evidence of perhaps some body punctures. My bet was a dog with a serious shaking style.
Then, in this ‘remote but close to town’ location which is dark and ‘masked’ at night, (this is a hint) and here I will refer to and quote from the original Blues Brothers, ‘One condom …. soiled.’ In the country, in a small town, ‘Love will find a way.’
We love our daily or two daily trip to the dump spot as it is our regular outing. Some may not have been to a caravan Dump Point, so this is what one looks like.
Loxton has two islands (maybe more) and the town has put a bridge to the closest and I must say, it is a delight.
Almost finally a short (isolated) visit to town, the supermarket sported what I thought was a long lost product, but now … protein enriched and anti dandruff … ‘BRYLCREAM’
And finally, this local electronic shop had the answer to our ongoing coronavirus problem apparently. Easy fixed.
And NOW, finally, finally, I wondered what the correct spelling was and I go the two out of three, a single D. Cheers.
The Australian Darter.
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