Kilcoy

A chilly start to the morning today. Heavens, I'm beginning to sound a lot like Christmas.... No, you fool. Not that one. I'm beginning to sound like a broken record. There. That's much better. I guess it's winter, so what else can I expect?

So, we put some miles (kms?) between us and Miles today. The husband drove as far as Dalby, then allowed me to take over. (???) When I got into the driver's seat, I immediately saw a warning light on, near the 20km mark on the speedo. What is this? I asked.

The husband feigned all knowledge of the light, and tried to infer it must have been me! Me?? No, I just got in. Look it up in the book, I says. Couldn't find it. Do you want me to pull over and check it out myself? Says I. (I'd better. I used to own a service station, so I have a bit of a handle on these sort of things, you know.)

Ah! There it is! Where? asked the husband. Under troubleshooting, and what these lights mean. says I. Okay. It's a fuel particle filter that is filled up. Recommended course of action? Follow up with your mechanic asap. Bloody heck, I says, we just spent over two grand a week or so ago, supposedly having those things replaced! (Don't get me started on that! That's a whole 'nother story, for 'nother day!)

So, we limped to Kilcoy, on a wing and a prayer, with me driving. I'll send that bloody mechanic a text or two once we get there, I says, trying to pacify the explosive husband... (It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it! And Imarried him, so it had to be me.)

Well, the Kilcoy showgrounds, where we ended up for the night, has a wonderful area for caravans and campers. It's a lovely setting, right next to the racecourse, and we even got to have our showers in the jockey's room! Just line up the door directly opposite the winning line, where that big horseshoe is, the caretaker told us. That's where you'll find the showers! Find them, we did. And it was lovely to be able to come out of the shower, without smelling like a sulphuric egg fart, I can tell you.

A walk had to be had, as it wasn't completed in the morning, and what a pretty area it is for walking! There was lots of water, with a plethora of birdlife, all twittering, warbling, cawing and emitting all sorts of noises, but there were literally hundreds of them. Ducks, swans, pelicans, storks, cranes, waterbirds, all sorts of things that flap and fly, with most of them indulging in the delectable delights of the watercourse.

Our belies filled with roast chicken, mash and steamed veggies (home made, or is that van made? Not man made - woman made!) saw us watching a new series, scoffing down some chocolate frogs for dessert, then off to the Land of Nod!

Oh, that reminds me. I read out the last two paragraphs of yesterday's diatribe to the husband this morning. He almost wet himself laughing and asked me to send it to him, like he usually does when I tell him a good joke. 👍 When I told him the joke was on him, he was bewildered. What do you mean? He says.

It's like this, honey. I go for a wander around my mind while you're watching footy, and keep myself thoroughly entertained with a myriad of things! Eventually, I settle on one or two, and last night it was you and footy. But, he says, I thought it was about some St Kilda tragic... confused look on his face. It was, I says, it was you! Needless to say, I've been relegated to the sin bin ever since. Not sure if he'll ever forgive me. 😕 lol. And this was going to be a short one today. Looks like I can't do short! Sweet dreams.Baca lagi