Stop Thief!

We had a few days break in Perth last week. My husband likes to take his own pillow when we travel. We are in the habit of checking and double-checking whenever we are packing up  to leave to make sure we leave nothing behind.

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I felt quite smug when I noticed he had overlooked his favourite pillow and I rescued it. We put our bags and the pillow in the car prior to checking out. One of the hotel staff observed us as we packed the car. I thought to myself  “I hope he doesn’t think I am stealing this pillow.”

It was only when we arrived home and unpacked that I realised we had an extra pillow that in fact belonged to the hotel. What to do now? Well we rang them and explained and they were going to call back but we haven’t heard from them again!

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Welcome to Cowtown

We went to Cowaramup for coffee and cake this morning. I have been wanting to photograph some of the 42 life size fiberglass cow sculptures around the town. According to Wikipedia, in July 2014, the town set a Guinness World Record for the largest group of people – 1,352 – dressed as cows. Mmmm …

More from Wikipedia: “The name Cowaramup derives its name from Cowaramup Siding, which was located near the town-site, on the now disused Busselton to Augusta railway. The town-site was gazetted in 1925, originally to support the timber and dairy industries. The name is believed to be derived from Aboriginal word cowara, meaning purple-crowned lorikeet.

Locals from the region often refer to the town as “Cowtown”, a reference to the use of “cow” in the town’s name and its history of dairy farming.”

We had a fun morning; and I wasn’t the only one on the street with a camera. These cows are quite a tourist attraction.

 

Real Estate Tales

one (3)As part of my job I visit a different three homes each week and do a write up for the local paper. Sometimes the agency provides me with the keys to a house, especially if it is vacant. Well today I was given a set of about eight to ten keys for a house I was to visit.

The luxury home was fairly isolated in a rural setting and the house numbering was a bit confusing. I eventually found the beautiful ($1m plus) house, parked in the driveway and attempted to open the front door. I tried every key several times but none fitted. I located another external door and still had no luck.

It was in an elevated position and I couldn’t resist taking some photos with my mobile phone in between trying to open the doors. In the end I rang the sales rep and after some clarification I discovered I was a the wrong house! Oops!

Sometimes these homes have security cameras and I wonder what they made of me trying to get into the house and taking photos as well.

I found the house I was meant to visit but actually I preferred the first one. Shame it wasn’t for sale!

Ocean liners and polished boars!

Well, what do ocean liners and boars have in common? And what is a polished boar anyway?

Each Thursday I do some real estate writing and editing for our local paper. I edit short descriptions of various properties for sale. Because we are near the beach it is quite common for agents to state that there is room to park a boat or caravan. However, today an enterprising sales representative expected me to believe that there was room to park an ocean liner!

That got my attention! I then read on only to to find something even more interesting. The home comes with polished boars! I don’t know if they are naturally shiny or if someone regularly polishes them.

In case you didn’t work it out, I am pretty sure they meant polished boards 🙂

I found a picture of a not very shiny boar on en.wikipedia.org

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Once upon a skink :-)

A skink is not a skunk
No matter what you think
Not even if you are truly drunk
A skink is a skink as sure as ink is ink!

Now a skunk is altogether different
And never to be found Down-Under
Skinks love my home, it is apparent
How many live here – I wonder?

Skinky One is drinking out the back
Another sighted in the front this morning
Reptilian friends – we have no lack
You can be sure life is never boring!

Weekly photo challenge: Adventure

DSC00561In 2008 we visited England and Ireland. I had a day to myself and decided to go on a guided tour. Passengers boarded the coach at a central location and we visited St Paul’s Cathedral, Buckingham Palace and other key London sites. Part of the journey was by boat to the Tower of London.

The details are a bit foggy now but I remember we were told to be ready to board the coach at 5.00pm (after the visit to the Tower of London) at a designated location (a tree near a cafe). Now I thought I understood the instructions but I obviously wasn’t paying enough attention as I was waiting (with another lady) under a different tree near a different cafe.

When 5.00pm came and went I realised something must be wrong. I had the tour brochure in my bag so I called them to find out what was happening. The coach had departed the Tower at 5.00pm as scheduled so I was left to find my way back to where we were staying.

I started walking and I had absolutely no sense of direction – whether I was getting closer to the centre of London or wandering further and further away. I was determined to get back to our apartment without seeking help. I saw a sign for the Underground and was able to buy a ticket and get home much easier than I thought possible. It was probably even quicker than the bus!

That was a memorable adventure! And now I listen to instructions, well sometimes I do …

The Daily Post – Terminal Time

You’re at the airport, your flight is delayed for six more hours, and none of your electronic devices is working. How do you pass the time?

I experienced something similar to this a couple of weeks ago. I decided to take a short flight to Perth in preference to driving and staying over night in a hotel before catching my 10.00am flight to Melbourne. I arrived at our small Busselton airport (5.45pm for a 6.45pm departure) only to learn that there was a BIG delay in departure time. In fact, the plane was in Perth and waiting delivery of parts (anticipated about an hour’s delay) before it could leave Perth.

I decided to wait at the airport and not go home and come back later. There were only four passengers heading to Perth. I soon learned though, the plane had to fly south to Busselton and then Albany before doing the return flight to collect the four of us waiting.

I had a good book to read so at first I wasn’t too worried about the delay. One of the staff asked me if I would like a tea or coffee and proceeded to make one for me in their staff room. I was very grateful. There was a vending machine and I bought a Cherry Ripe. Life was feeling pretty good.

Some time later we learned the flight had left Perth so at least things were moving. The mood lightened. There was a man in his forties also reading and another woman of a similar age. A young man in a wheel chair, well-known to the staff as he flies to Perth once a fortnight to visit family, kept up a lively banter with everyone.

No-one seemed too bothered about the delay and the atmosphere was friendly and relaxed. About 9.00pm a female staff member stated she was putting in an order for some food and asked us what sort of pizza we liked. The food and soft drink arrived close to 10.00pm. We all enjoyed the pizza!

The plane finally arrived to take us to Perth at 10.20pm. I arrived at my friend’s place at around 11.30pm. I felt bad that I had messed up their evening but it was out of my control. They kindly drove me to the airport in the morning. When I had checked in I decided to call my husband and let him know everything was OK but I couldn’t find my phone. It was getting close to boarding time and I was a little panicked. I realised I must have left it in the security check point – I was right! The rest of the journey was fine except that I lost my e-ticket at Melbourne Airport but one of the staff helped me out! What a journey 🙂

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To learn more about the Daily Post Prompts click here http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/terminal-time/

 

Daily Post: Mr Sandman

A recent Daily Post Prompt asked, “What kind of sleeper are you? Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed, or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream?”

So, what kind of sleeper am I? NOT GOOD!

I am nearing the end of Week 1 of a four-week trial in using some really interesting equipment to help me to sleep better at night. Teddy offered to model the two masks for me for this blog today :-). It is for the relief of sleep apnoea.

You can click on the link HERE if you would like to read more about it. I am feeling much better already 🙂

Weekly photo challenge: Inside

My water feature was looking murky and so I emptied the water out so as to clean it properly.

See what I found inside!frogs 001 (Copy)

This frog was not impressed and was making his/her escape.

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Getting down and dirty here. Oh no! Those little specs of dirt are not dirt after all. They were mostly tadpoles.

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Is there such a word as frogicide? I not only disturbed the home of mum and dad, but removed all their babies as well!

I won’t be able to sleep tonight.