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Hey there.
Well it’s monday again. yey! not.
This week brings brad over from W.A. and a chance to meet up and talk fish, as well as Mum up for a visit next weekend.
Last weekend was pretty cool. Friday night Zoe and I went to see Bob Downe - which was pretty funny.
Saturday we went house hunting, hung around and ran a few errands (no baseball). One of the places we went to check out was sweet, big tropical gardens, polished floors, huge verandah and a a pool! The guy was asking 230 so it was a pretty good deal. But, he didn’t show up to let us have a look inside.
When we got out the front I called him on his mobile to find out where he was. Well, he was sitting in the car next to ours. So we say “that was pretty nice, can we have a look inside?”. He goes, “No, ’cause that’s not mine. This is the place”, and points at the shit box next door.
Hahaha!! It was terrible. He’d cut all the trees down in the backyard because the grass wasn’t growing!!! Damn Townsvillagers!! They obviously haven’t heard of the miracle of pebbles!!
On Sunday there was allgedly a jazz festival on Palmer St in South Townsville so we headed over there in the afternoon, right between gigs. We caught about 10 seconds of one band and then were going to have to wait an hour and a half for the next show so we went home. Great story, hey?
Last night we went over to our next door negihbours place for a farewell party - before crashing to bed at about 10.
All in all a pretty crazyily normal weekend. Ciao!