202 - Ex Tropical Cyclone Oswald

Missed the Val "by that much."

Not much to say about this event that hasn't been covered via the media, open forums and so on.  Yep being in tropics for many a year on and off I would call the blow that came through here (Camira) was as good as a cat. 1 cyclone.

We didn't suffer any flooding, as we are up very high, so that was not an issue, however the area did suffer quite substantial tree damage and power loss.

Without any power for 24 hours it was just like free camping. Turned on the Genny, the gas and the inverter and nothing new here.

All back to normal for suburbia, however what this blow did was delay our departure a week. Hence we will hit the frog and toad on Tooooosday 5th of Feb, and head just over the border.

The RetroLiner all tucked up in suburbia

 

Our house mates and the bride, sporting her designer gum boots

 

 All going well with our departure on Toooosday, we will head to possibly Pottsville on the northern NSW coast. We have been at Camira now for two and a half months and I am sure our house mates will be glad to see the back of us, especially me as I am "a pain in the arse" couped up for to long.

 

We would have been on our way just after Christmas, however school holidays, and of course the blow of last week has continually delayed us.

 

However the north coast of NSW is still not in the best of shape either, so where the next post comes from who knows!!!!!!

 

Stay toooned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   

 

201 - Clickety Click....................66

In 66, I was SINGLE….Sexy, Intelligent, Noble, Good looking, Lovable, Exciting
At 66, I am a TAP….Tight Arse Pensioner

In 66, I was riding, the wild, wild surf
At 66, I am riding, a motorised scooter

In 66, it was the Age of Aquarius
At 66, it is the Age of Viagra

In 66, I was an indoor sportsman
At 66, I watch it on SBS
 
In 66, I grew my hair
At 66, I don’t have any

In 66, KRAFT was cheese
At 66, KRAFT is a disease (Kan’t Remember A Feeeeerk’n Thing)

In 66, I was no longer a teenager
At 66, I am a Geriatric Gypsy

In 66, I was listening to, “The Doors”
At 66, I can’t hear anything

In 66, it was sex, drugs and rock roll

At 66, is that a prescription?

In 66 I was lucky to work
At 66, I am lucky to wake up

In 66, if you didn’t remember it………..you weren’t there
At 66, was I really there??

Clikety Click...................66...........Happy birthday to me on January 25th

200 - Chrissie Street Party

The terrible two enjoying the street festivities

 

One would think that being retired one would have lots of time to up to update blogs. Well “you know what,” it is all about being in the mood to do blogs,  and with the hectic life style we lead (not) just getting off the lounge is a major feat in itself…..but hey I ‘m striking while the iron is hot, so here goes.

So during our time here in Bris Vegas at our friend’s house, just prior to Chrissie we went to a street party.

Santa Clause time.......naaaa it's not me



Now I haven’t been to street party for a gazillion years, so I was really impressed that all these neighbours got together, with the blessing of the council, and the boys and girls in blue, physically blocked off a street (dead end anyway) They created a stage, entertainment, fireworks and porta loos, do you mind, for all and sundry to enjoy some Chrissie festivities. How good was that.

Some local entertainers....these kidz were good

 

Our invite was because our friend’s son and his family live in this particular street. So much food and soda water as I was the “Sober Bob” for the night, and we all had a great time.

Fireworks....boy was I excited (he he!!!)

 

Two grandpas singing silent night....great melody (feeeeeerk it was crook)

 

Two grandmas crying out "Put a sock in it grandpas"

 

A couple of Jolly Old Soles