At the weekend we returned to our Sunday morning ritual of an early surf-walk. Holidays, bad weather, bad surf and niggling aching limbs had meant we hadn't done this for a few weeks; and whilst T was rewarded with good surf, fantastic sunrise views over Manly were my prize for leaving bed.
As these things usually do at the weekend: our bathroom drains blocked. I didn't realise this until I was in the shower and the water had backed up against the door. My only option was to open the shower door and let a flood of water spill out across the bathroom floor. All bathrooms have a secondary drain in the middle of the floor here, but that one was also full. A little panicking ensued, but we were able to mop the water up.
The plumber came out on Monday, and as I brushed Albie to keep him occupied, the plumber thought Albie was wanting to run outside as soon as the door was open. No, Albie was more interested in helping the plumber rod the drains.
The plumber came out on Monday, and as I brushed Albie to keep him occupied, the plumber thought Albie was wanting to run outside as soon as the door was open. No, Albie was more interested in helping the plumber rod the drains.
No more spiders in the bedroom so far thankfully, but when we were taking a stroll in the neighbourhood we came across the sign below. Never heard of Butcherbirds before, but they sound as pleasant and friendly as the name suggests:
We took advantage of it being Canadian Thanksgiving on Monday and went for an early morning walk along our favourite route: The Spit to Manly. Although he went back to work afterwards as he still works for the company in Montreal it works out to our advantage doing it this way than on Australian bank holidays, when everywhere would be very busy.
A glorious day was finished off with some stunning skies