Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Just like yesterday, Unit life

Let the cleaning begin, and we spend the whole day working our way through the unit. These tenants we not cleanest people ever.
We continue on with the cleaning it takes us until late that night to finally finish.
Some final cleaning up in the morning and shopping before picking up the kids. It is great to see them again and we head back to the unit. It just seems like yesterday that we were all living here and it is hard to believe that we have been so far in 12 months.
We have prospective tenants arriving today and it was easy to select a tenant. In the afternoon we go to Megan & Nathans and decide to go to Rapid Bay to try some fishing and check out the new jetty they have built. It is smaller than I expected and I feel the 3.9 million they spent would have been better fixing up the old jetty. Nathan catches a small leather jacket & Tommie and that is all the success we have. We did see Seals, Dolphins and even a penguin not what the burley said it would attract.
Today we bottle wine at Mel & Glens and then sit around and watch the big clash between St Kilda & Geelong. It turns out to be as good a game as expected. It is bitterly cold in Adelaide today and I’m sulking a lot about it.
Another day another adventure and today we drive to Wallaroo to check out Carol’s new house. It’s coming along really well and should be finished soon. It is a big house so if Carol needs a holiday she can just move to the other end of the house. There are only 3 houses being built in the whole area of this sub division and they are all next to each other.
I head down to the wharf with the kids in the hope of some better fishing than Rapid Bay but talking to some people on the way out is not encouraging. It doesn’t take long until I catch a King George Whiting even though he is to small. We fish for about an hour and end up with 3 under size whiting one being caught by Kirsten. Not what I had hoped for but better than our luck at Rapid Bay.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yeah I loved the old Rapid Bay jetty. If me and my mates got a run on, the old wogs (no offense, just a descriptive term) anyway those bloody wogs would stand either side of our group and slowly, cast by cast, squeeze towards the middle, making it cramped for us. I suppose they were thinking we'd go elsewhere and they could have the run.

Anyway, I used to climb up on the conveyor belt and find little tiny pieces of stone, and while hiding up there, throw the little stones at the wogs. I reckon that they felt like insect bites or were just plain irritating, cos they soon nicked off - VICTORY!!!

Can I say wog on your blog?
The big mick, aka Tom