Harvest Festival time.

Yum Yum, this was today's haul, funny shaped Kipfler Potatoes, Dutch cream potatoes, lovely lot of broad beans and an abundance of spinach. Just add a couple of Tim's new laid eggs and that will be dinner tonight for me. Ken and Norman have gone off for a little look round our beautiful island.

All the worlds a stage!!

Kiya is learning her Monologue, she is up to Stage 5, the Judge, before you start to wear baggy pantaloons and lose your marbles!! Think she has to 'do' it today, so Good Luck Kiya.

Swings and Roundabouts

You might know already, but every Wednesday Ken and I go to Mandie's Very smart Old Peoples Home (for very smart (and not so smart, as you will see) old people!

Yesterday I went alone as Ken is entertaining brother Norman, over here from the UK. In the morning I take a trolly round to the rooms, and they buy all sorts of goodies to put up their sugar levels!! One old lady (who speaks German and knows Berlin and I have lent her my cherished Berlin Guidebook - hopefully I will get it back at some stage) asked me how old I was, and I asked her to guess. She thought for a while then said 'in your forties' well I was on cloud nine, you can imagine. But not for long!!

As we are there all day (well till 2 pm) we get lunch in the residents' dining room. As Ken is not with me at the moment I usually sit at a table for six, with the oldies. We have very comfortable seats. complete with arms, and the old lady next to me said "You know my dear, if you ask, they will push you in a bit" That took away the euphoria I felt at being told I looked forty!!!

He's arrived, and to prove it - he's here!!

Ken's brother Norman has arrived in Tasmania, he has never flown before so I think he deserves a medal for choosing us as his first international destination.

Now we are busy showing him the delights of our new homeland, today it has been an awful 27 degrees but thank goodness a cool change came over tonight and tomorrow it will be ten degrees cooler, talk about one extreme to another.

Off to Salamanca Market tomorrow, keep you posted of our escapades.

My latest Bargain.

Do you like the copper kettle? Bought from the local Tip Shop. We treated ourselves to a handy little gas burner in a carrycase, fuelled by a Gas Cylinder, a little one, then realised that we had got rid of our last whistling kettle which we used all round Australia in our travelling days, at our last Garage Sale, so a trip to the Tip Shop turned up this little beauty, only one little dent in one side, and a slight bit tarnished, but good enough for the odd cuppa enroute!

As for the beautiful flowers, we popped in on friends Jerry and Harma, to find that Jerry had a field full of Paeonies which he grows all from seed, he had such a variety that we were most impressed. This lot lasted the week and had a most unusual scent, can't make up my mind whether I liked it or not!!

Anyone coming for Breakfast?

Sometimes we go out, Cygnet and The Red Velvet Lounge is our current favourite, but sometimes I cook breakfast at home and Heidi comes to share it. This was our last breakfast here, makes a change from my usual Tony Ferguson Milkshake!!

I've got a joke!!

The other day whilst listening to the radio in bed, they were talking about the many different sorts of potato available here in Tasmania. I picked up my ears, as I have King Edward, Pontiac, Kipfler and a Dutch one (name escapes me at the moment.) Everyone was ringing in with more and more names, and the list finally got to 22, which is pretty incredible for the humble spud!

But then came this joke, which made me giggle, and hopefully will have the same effect on you. here goes:

Mother Potato had four lovely daughters and as they were approaching adulthood the first one came and said "I have met this wonderful potato and he wants to marry me" Whats his name, said mother. King Edward replied daughter, mother was very happy. Daughter No. 2 came and said she had met a great potato who wanted to marry her, his name was Bismarck. Mothers chest swelled with pride and when daughter No. 3 announced that she was about to get engaged to a potato named Royal Blue (a new one to me!)mother wondered what was in store for her last daughter, No. 4. She said to he husband "Arn't you proud of your daughters, they have done very well for themselves? Daughter No. 4 eventually turned up with her new Beau, Eddie Macquire (this joke could fall flat on its face, cos you need to know that Eddie Macquire is a wellknown figure in the football world,) Anyway Mother threw up her hands in horror and said "You can't possibly marry him, he is just a Commentater"

Oh well, I tried!!

Tell me if you got it!