Strange milkman

 Yesterday saw a massive tick on Kate's bucket list; We drove up to my cousin,

Joy's house and the garage door opened as if by magic as we approached allowing the car to drive into the basement of the house. The trip to Australia has already delivered,
therefore. 

We have now been upside down for about 14 hours and, so far, the blood isn't running to our heads. 

We awoke after a short but inevitable sleep to the sound of kookaburras. It is the most extraordinary bird song I have heard. It sounds like someone whistling softly who has the ability to yodel whilst whistling. Dawn was just beginning to break and I found the sound both spine chilling and hilarious - not something I thought possible up to now. It was like there was a creepy and psychopathic milkman circling the house on his deliveries. The whistling is soft, melodious and mournful - typical of psychopathic milkmen, I find.

Brisbane is tropical. The humidity suggests warmth regardless of the temperature. Today, a storm has been promised so we walked along the coast, Pacific ocean to our left, this morning whilst the palm trees bended and rustled in a 'there might be a storm' sort of way. 

Whilst at a lovely coffee shop overlooking the sea, we 'bumped into' an Indian lady called Nina, who we passed a braille watch on to, from a friend in our village - like you do. She is taking the watch on to someone in India, when she goes next month. Braille watches dealt with, much cooing and ahing ensued as both Kate and my cousin, Joy, held Nina's three month old baby. (OK, I also held the baby but restrained myself from coos or ahs.)

We are now having a nap. Well, Kate is and I shall soon join her. 

Perhaps we shall wake to a storm? That would be fun. 








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  1. Dunc and Pam13 September 2024 at 09:09

    Hey, looks like you’re having a great time already. Surprised you haven’t taken your Budgies with you !! 🤣

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