Day 110 : The Prophecy of Albany

High Point: The cake at the Albany Fire Station.

Low Point: Louise’s potty mouth on No Swear Friday.

No point: Getting upset about 2 mosquitoes in the truck.

Panic of the day: Fuad panicking about a couple of mosquitoes and refusing to drive on until they were dealt with.

It was a rainy start to the day so my apprehension about taking a dip could be forgiven.  Well, not by Steve it couldn’t, so after a bit of goading (more on this later) I was promptly dressed in my skimpy swimming shorts.  The water was cold but the spirits were high so overall an awesome start to the day! Unfortunately, Paul was unable to join the boys for dip as he has an unhealthy fear of sharks.  Either that or he is a bit of a pansy!  He did manage to dip his toes in with the girls…

On to the main story of the day, we were scheduled for a visit to the local primary school.  Give the kids a chance to find out about our trip and have a good look at Martha.  Everything was going well, and I generally managed to stay out of trouble or cause any mayhem, it was No Swear Friday after all!  Just after the horn off (the local fire fighters brought along their own engine), which Martha won by the way, we were presented with 3 drawings and the 3 young artists which drew them.  All sounds innocent so far, right… While we were being photographed with the young artists,  Jorgina Michael(the winner of the competition) looks over to me and says “That’s you that is.” pointing to the drawing.  How sweet I’m thinking but then I look closer at  the painting.  And sure enough, there I was.  Brown shorts, check. Yellow shirt, check.  Brown cap, check.  Big head, check.  Red fire engine, check.  Unbelievable!   The painting must have been done a week earlier and the accuracy was shocking.  Coincidence?  I think not.  It took me a good couple of hours to absorb and understand what was going on.  I say understand, but I actually mean I had to accept that there were some things in life we can never understand.

The other thing I wanted to blog about was the issue of ‘Am I the worlds worst refugee?’.  I have somehow acquired this tag and Steve and the crew bring it up every possible occasion.  So what if I don’t like mosquitoes.  Sometimes it is too cold to go for a swim.  Its not wimpy to wear long johns in the winter, even if you are in the office most of the day.  And my track suit bottoms are for men, not women.  Anyway, as you can see I’m getting a lot of unnecessary abuse over here, but I am still having an amazing time!  Australia rocks and this refugee for one loves it!

No Swear Friday Results:

Louise 15 (Now know as Potty Mouth Louise)

Steve 9

Fuad 9

Amy 3

Paul 0  (How??)

Road trains  6. Beeps 3. Road Kills 4. Roos 6

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