Going Completely Potty
byTracey and I have each discovered something different about public toilets.
Tracey and I have each discovered something different about public toilets.
Even though Tracey has already started the Christmas shopping, as a rainy day exercise she encouraged our kids to write out their Christmas lists for Santa this weekend.
It would seem I am unsuitable for living life on the road.
Lady luck has meant I needed to buy more tools for Tracey to hide.
Money has become a problem for me this week.
So tonight I thought I might share a couple of things we’ve discovered so far. There are a heap of links in this post, but nothing’s sponsored here and we’re not receiving any kickbacks. This is just what we’ve found which we thought might be useful or interesting or just because my fingers decided you needed to know.
“Dammit,” said Tracey. She was standing outside the door to our bus looking frustrated with herself, which if I’m honest was a lovely change to her looking frustrated with me.
The best sort of an education comes from delegating. I’ve decided.
We’ve been sharing bathrooms with strangers for a couple of months now and, as you can probably imagine, bathroom smells are something you hope you don’t notice.
We’d arrived in Brisbane the previous day so Tracey could catch up with her surgical team at RBWH, our bus could get some stickers and we could finally pick up our car trailer. Unfortunately, one of these three things didn’t go very well.
We have a problem and her codename is Puddleduck.
Thank you to everyone for your ideas on how I’m to keep Tracey smiling on our Big Lap.
Easter is the busiest time of the year to try book into a motel. Unless you’re some sort of hero.
As our ears became accustomed to the raging falls we began to hear movement in the underbrush all around us.
As we approached the falls the sound of crashing water was incredibly loud. We’d only left there ten minutes before and I couldn’t remember it being so deafening.