No often have I ventured into a mens toilet but in Maryborough, it is encouraged.
Last time I visited the public toilets, there was a couple of gentlemen using the facilities so I gave it a miss and only sighted the womens toilet which has a gold toilet.
The above too are in the baby change/feeding room.
We met the woman whose idea it was to have the paintings done. There are usually two volunteers outside who give tours and give the clear to the opposite sex to view either toilet.
Valentines day, which we dont celebrate, and we drove to Birtinya Islmand for parkr7n.It had rained quite heavily overnight and we were hop8ng that it would clear. No rain when we left and we had allowed an hour to get there but I guess at that hour of the morning and being a Saturday, our trip only took 40 minutes.
Warren took off for the start and a chat with other runners. I had found a cache, the only one on the island so I set off in the opposite durection.
Middle of summer and I wished I had taken a jacket.
Its been a week of meeting up with old friends, yes, we are all getting older but these friendships go back decades.
Sunday we travelled into town to met a couple that we used to work with overseas. They live the closest but it is still over a two hour drive to get there. Six of us had lunch together catching up on families and day to day happenings.
Many memories were brought up and many laughs were enjoyed. After a great couple of hours, we left to catch our train home and they walked into the city to catch their bus. Fifty cent fares for travel is the greatest.
Yesterday we returned to the same cafe to meet another couple who live interstate, that friendship spans about 35 years as we both moved around the country.
The beauty of these friendships is there is never any akwardness and the conversations pick up as though it was only last week we saw them.
My only regret is that each couple live considerable distance from us, one in another country, one in another state the other on the other side of city.
Our ferry ride.
We have ordered goat curry at the local Indian place and enjoyed it with rice and naan bread.
While on holidays, I went to a market and there was a butcher selling goat meat, I thought I would buy some. Unbeknown to me it was already packaged and frozen in kilo lots. I was also taken aback when the woman said it was $35 but paid the mobey as I had already committed myself.
We bought it home and put in our freezer until a later date, a kilo of meat is like four meals for just us. Had visitors staying and I thought what a treat to share one of our favourite meals.
I defrosted the pack and tumbled in into the slow cooker, on reccommendation from seller, we went out for the day. Six hours later, meat seemed tough and so many bones.
I changed my menu and cookedgoat meat went in the fridge.
Two days later when it was only us at home, I used a curry sauce, mild one and put the goat into it.
Well, the mild curry was HOT! I had some sour cream to tone it down. I served some up saying that it may or may not be good. If not good, maccas wasnt far away. I think we only had a couple of bites and yep maccas won out.
The sauce was still too hot even over rice, every piece of meat was attached to bone and it was tough and very chewy and basically tasteless. Doesnt even look appatising.
S
