The problem with blogging, especially when on vacation, it seems to me, is the fact that often-times nothing much is happening. Since the Dockers' defeat on Sunday to Alex's 2nd concert last night we have done a massive amount of not very much and sod all...
Dad bought a pair of Bosch electric bikes for when he, Louisa and Chloé came out for their trial living experiment. On returning to the UK he left the bikes with the unit. (Each one has a secure storage space - on to which Dad had a steel door added instead of the bog standard wooden one. Each bike cost about $4000!
These bikes are amazing. They will go up to 30mph - a ridiculously fast speed and have about a 45 mile range depending on how many hills you climb using full throttle (more if you just pootle along). We use the motors only for negotiating the bumps along the Swan.
This week we have pootled to places along the Swan. Down river to Freo, over to Heidi's place in Bibra Lake and up the Swan as far as Midland. We were really just divvying about really, testing the limits of their range and seeing how much of a problem traffic is. (Not much as it turns out.)
Every day we have been to Aqua Life, although one day the gym facilities weren't available for some reason. As we only ever use the pool there it made no difference to us but it made the car park really empty. A couple of mornings it was so chilly as we got to the pool the water was steaming slightly... That is quite surreal.
We had a serious chat with Bella about sex. She wants to make love to both of us (I am seriously concerned about this, as you can imagine), it's something she has stated on numerous occasions before.
We told her that this has to be a total non-starter. I told her she is gorgeous and if I wasn't her aunt I would have no problem with indulging my / our predilections. While I am not sure of the legality of a same sex incestuous relationship I know in my head I just can't.
She sort of gets it and seemed content that we had aired all the possibilities and that we (Loll & I) were united in being adamantly against her suggestion. We actually quoted the line from the The Rolling Stones - "...you can't always get what you want..."
The 2nd concert was as successful as the first. More so, in that Alex wasn't like a cat on hot bricks all night. The Elgar violin concerto was much better received than the Brahms symphony. I was surprised at its inclusion - I would have thought no 4 would have been a much better bet than no 2.
We did our meet and greet much the same as last time, except that Laura wore her taupe mini dress which is a total stunner and one which she can't even lean forward in, never mind bend down and I had my cornflower blue skater dress which has a slightly more modest skirt length. Although unlike Laura's taupe number the flare on the dress means it is much more likely to flare up in sudden winds or quick movements. In order to titillate beyond belief I wore my flesh coloured knickers, guaranteed to cause a heart attack if my skirt flies high - as from a distance it looks like I haven't any on.
The buffet was denuded as much as before and the catering supervisor, Glynnis, had brought a different selection of desserts which were much more to my liking. I mean who really wants a huge lamingtons as an amuse bouche? She had brought tiny ones this time - about the size of four dice together. Yummy in my tummy.
Home well before midnight to discover the test had been rained off - 80 for 4 sounds like a good bowling effort by England though.
In a few hours we are all (well, all the women) are trooping along to the Optus stadium for the Dockers final home match of the season against Essendon. Their form over on the west coast has been quite dire over the last few seasons, so who knows. It is still a mathematical possibility that the Dockers could make the play-offs although Laura has done some number crunching and the probability is seriously high that they won't.
Even Jill whizzed down from Geraldton for a long weekend to see the game. She cadged a seat in a private plane owned by one of her co-workers - the colleague isn't flying back until Wednesday so we have arranged to go in to the bush for a barbie on the Monday or Tuesday - depending on the weather. Mundaring weir has topped the poll so far.
Match report in my next blog, probably the middle of next week.
She sort of gets it and seemed content that we had aired all the possibilities and that we (Loll & I) were united in being adamantly against her suggestion. We actually quoted the line from the The Rolling Stones - "...you can't always get what you want..."
The 2nd concert was as successful as the first. More so, in that Alex wasn't like a cat on hot bricks all night. The Elgar violin concerto was much better received than the Brahms symphony. I was surprised at its inclusion - I would have thought no 4 would have been a much better bet than no 2.
We did our meet and greet much the same as last time, except that Laura wore her taupe mini dress which is a total stunner and one which she can't even lean forward in, never mind bend down and I had my cornflower blue skater dress which has a slightly more modest skirt length. Although unlike Laura's taupe number the flare on the dress means it is much more likely to flare up in sudden winds or quick movements. In order to titillate beyond belief I wore my flesh coloured knickers, guaranteed to cause a heart attack if my skirt flies high - as from a distance it looks like I haven't any on.
The buffet was denuded as much as before and the catering supervisor, Glynnis, had brought a different selection of desserts which were much more to my liking. I mean who really wants a huge lamingtons as an amuse bouche? She had brought tiny ones this time - about the size of four dice together. Yummy in my tummy.
Home well before midnight to discover the test had been rained off - 80 for 4 sounds like a good bowling effort by England though.
In a few hours we are all (well, all the women) are trooping along to the Optus stadium for the Dockers final home match of the season against Essendon. Their form over on the west coast has been quite dire over the last few seasons, so who knows. It is still a mathematical possibility that the Dockers could make the play-offs although Laura has done some number crunching and the probability is seriously high that they won't.
Even Jill whizzed down from Geraldton for a long weekend to see the game. She cadged a seat in a private plane owned by one of her co-workers - the colleague isn't flying back until Wednesday so we have arranged to go in to the bush for a barbie on the Monday or Tuesday - depending on the weather. Mundaring weir has topped the poll so far.
Match report in my next blog, probably the middle of next week.
