Little Jo's Spanish is coming along and ever so much better than mine or Sister's or anyone else we know. Pore favour?
How many bicycles do two women and a child need? Six, plus two blade scooters and a child bike extension. I have Sister's old bike and it must be nearly twenty years old, which I could suggest as a reason for not riding it. Sloth may be another. I did ride it South Melbourne to get a hamburger and chips a couple of years ago. Exercise is so good for one.
Sister and Bone Doctor are both inclined to be thrifty, except with spending on bicycles and anything sporting related, but I noticed the price on this jar of peanut butter is $8. It came from a local farmer's market and after trying some, it is probably worth it. I calculated it down the 23.0198 cents per peanut.
The man who lives behind Sister is building a boat. Apparently he has been at it for years and been building his boat for years too. Occasionally boat building noises can be heard. It is very large and his driveway small, so will probably have to be craned out. I look forward to the You Tube vid of boat falling on house.
The local medical practice adds a metal disc with the child's name engraved on the face if they are clients of the clinic. Yes, Little Jo's is there. Of course the disc is promptly removed if the child dies, medical malpractice or not.
This bird and another of the same breed were either squabbling or their antics was mating related. What a ruckus as they dived, darted and dodged. They were quite unperturbed by the three of us and a dog. I don't have a clue what breed they are. I think they were probably sex crazy. The filth of them.
We visited a nearby housing development which is undergoing a massive expansion. I thought the houses would have been somewhat larger and grander, however, they actually suit the locality. I found what look like driveways running straight into the lake amusing. I guess they are for launching boats. I would so not want to be a visitor who might attempt to drive home while a little tipsy. It was quite windy, so no boats were out. I was hoping to rant about McMansions in ecologically sensitive areas. Fail.
There was swan or two, and some cygnets. They have their own sheltered island in the centre of the lake, yet the mad critters were out in the wind doing purposeless things such as eating.
And a pretty good kid's playground, of which I took no photos. You can google image child's playground if you aren't quite sure what one might look like. It has a rather good spinning dish that you sit in and propel yourself. We were warned. Don't let Little Jo stay in it long and not too fast. The last time she vomited over the dog.
I thought this house number surround was great, perhaps better without the number which rather spoils it.
We came home loaded with vegetables from Sister's garden, most of which were thrown out, except for the spinach (not pictured) which R has tried to insert in every dish since. Lamb loin chops with three veg and spinach. Omlette with spinach. Frittata with spinach. Curried chick peas and pumpkin with spinach. Steak, Greek salad with spinach on the side. A couple of leaves were left. I chucked them out before they were used to top a pavlova.
With Sister somewhat incapacitated post surgery, we didn't venture very far, only to the local Sunday Market. R had made a salmon and dill quiche, which we was nice and light for Sunday lunch, and he left them with a Sheperds Pie for later in the week. Things were quite under control and we did little more to help than bring some washing in from the clothes line. Sister has decided to employ a cleaner for a couple of hours a week until she is fully recovered. What the bet the cleaner stays on.