Snow Day

[Bob Pacey]

Hey and what about me. Looking forward to meeting her ponies well I never second fiddle to a bunch of horses !


Story of my life really hey Dave.


Sob Sob

[warooa]

So . . . Heather's staying with Kym's ponies, Bob's playing the fiddle . . . geez, it's not even the balmy season?? All this effort, Heather . . (hey - Cairns to Cooktown is only . . . oh dunno in kilometage but about a lazy half carton) - Can't believe you're coming all the way from Broadford to Port Douglas and not going that extra stone's throw.

Marty

[Heather]

Marty, it's so so tempting! So many places to go, so many people to meet. Think I might just stay away forever and ever and ever.....until it gets hot and humid and then I'm outa there.....

[Bob Pacey]

Got news for ya now Heather Augustine it is bloody hot and humid up here now. I reckon you won't feel it in the air conditioned cruiser with a few Tia maria's under your belt.

Got given a bottle of Barossa Valley Shitaz today for helping a couple onto their site . Tastes bloody terrible like drinking Camel Spit .

Will keep the cap on tight and you and kym can polish it off if you like.


Bob

[Heather]

Never been that fond of camel spit, but thanks anyways Bobboo...

[Heather]

Sue your're very quiet. You didn't think it was all about poetry did you?

[Bob Pacey]

Usually starts off with a poem Sue but then Heather says something and then Marty say something then Nev says something sensible but they ignore him then Stephen posts another poem and then Warooa ( Marty ) gets involved and so it goes.


Oh sometimes I have to add a comment just to keep the peace.

Robert.

[Bob Pacey]

Heather the label says

Juicey blackberry, leather and chocolate oak aromas, Soft velvet tannins combined with rich and juicey fruit give this wine a smooth and lingering mouth feel. ?


See just what I said Camel Spit. it is vintage 2009.


Bob

[Bob Pacey]

Yeah probably why they were so keen to give it away Marty.

I wonder if it will kill the bindis in the back yard.


Bob

ps For Maureen The axe worked the chooks are laying again.

Tender Loving Care my foot.

Scare the bloody eggs out of them.

[Dave Smith]

Yair Heather you have not lived till you’ve been to the Lions Den at Sun down or sun up pretty good both ways.

TTFN