This is a bit disconnected, because it is about toilet paper and birds. Stay with with me.
When we went to stay at the caravan park in a cabin at Marcus Hill with R's sister and bro in law, we stopped off for supplies on the outskirts of Geelong. R's sister K, bought a packet of four toilet rolls. Apparently if you go somewhere in England to stay, the place will be miserly about toilet paper and it is a good idea to bring your own. 'No K. This is Australia. You don't have to do that.here'. Sure enough, we brought the pack home and it went into 'consolidated toilet paper stock'.
K and her spare toilet paper became a running joke throughout their stay. Of course Australian accommodation supplies adequate toilet paper.
And then we went to Walhalla, without a spare supply of toilet paper and guess what? We ran out and on the last morning had to resort to tissues. Somebody had the last laugh.
The disconnection. I saw a bird in Walhalla I have never seen before. Ex Sis in Law told me the name, and I recalled enough to google it, yet nothing is to be found. The word sounded like mowma, as in mowing grass. I thought it was the bird I failed to recognise in Walhalla but it seems not as after a little searching, the bird I did not know turned out to be a Pied Currawong. It doesn't read like it is a very nice bird but it makes a pretty sound, number 12 on the birdsong top 40.
Photo from the website of Michael Dahlem.