Chris and Kelly are fortunate to be able to - it seems to us - set their own working arrangements. Kelly's usually home 4.5-5 days a week whilst Chris goes in to the office or pays a site visit probably 2 or 3 times per week. All of which makes their child care so much easier. This morning Jo and I had to stand in for an hour or so between the time Kelly went to work and Chris returned home because today was a "no pupil" day ar school.
Although Jo was still a bit sluggish on Friday, Kelly persuaded her to come out late afternoon and pay a visit to the nearby Never Never Distillery for a gin tasting. Lovely place. On Saturdays Kelly cleans house while Chris does the big weekly shop. They've got a decent sized fridge but to get all the shopping in is a bit like a game of Jenga - Chris seems to manage it OK though.
On Saturday afternoon, Chris' brother Matt and parents David and Lorene came over in the afternoon for a slightly belated celebration of Chris' birthday. In the evening, Jo and I drove down to Victor Harbor to see the first of our planned Fringe shows. It was a Creedence Clearwater Revival tribute band gig and narrative, held in the local cinema. I guess there must have been a couple of hundred there but we seemed to be the only ones who didn't know anyone else.
When we got home - about 10:30 pm, the house was all quiet but when we walked in to the living room there to greet us was:
There was a note on the table:
On Sunday morning, Chris manfully tried to keep up with Kelly as she ran up the hill opposite. They passed the scene of the crime, where I had fallen a couple of weeks' earlier, but there was still no sign of my lost Sennheiser earbud, nor their drinking bottle. I doubt we'll ever see them again as the undergrowth will have buried them for all time by now.
In the afternoon, Jo and I drove over to Port Noarlunga, which was heaving, so we carried on northwards past Christie's Beach which was pretty busy too but we finally parked up at the southern end of O'Sullivan's Beach and walked the length of it, paddling in the sea along the way. There was a cafe at the end but, although it was open, it was undergoing construction work and wasn't an attractive proposition, so we headed back south along the long stretch of beach:
Halfway along, I could see there appeared to be some kind of walkway, which turned out to be a pedestrian/cycle path, above the small dunes, so I headed up there to check it out. Jo waited until I could confirm it was OK, then eventually, up she trudged:
Soon we came to another cafe - one we'd visited in previous years - but we were met with a gruff "kitchen's closed, mate" so we walked back out again. Two down.
"Let's drive back to Port Noarlunga" I said - "there's lots of eating/drinking places there". That is a true statement but can you park your car there on a busy Sunday afternoon? No is the answer, so we just drove back to Old Noarlunga, dropped the car off and walked round to "The Oldy" - Old Noarlunga Hotel. It was mid-afternoon so lunches were finished and dinners hadn't started as we walked through the Bistro half to the bar and beer garden.
We opened the bar door to a cacophony of noise - the place was packed and virtually every TV screen was tuned to a UFC bout, with the volume up high. We ordered - me a pint of Guinness and Jo an ice cream sundae - then quickly retreated to the sanctity of the Bistro.
I'll finish with an Asher tale. Like an Octogenarian with dementia, he has no filter - he just says it like it is. The other day he was trying to explain something to us and we couldn't quite understand. Asher is quick to pick this up so then turns to us with a sneer and says "you two need hearing aids" and walks away in disgust!
