I was tossing up a few titles, but I ended up thinking that the simplest title is the best. I disregarded the rest of the day (though I will talk about that), and just wrote 'The Storm.' Because of the massive storm that just hit us. I'll definitely get to that. Oh, and as I've done once before, I'm writing this (or part of it) in a notepad, again, because of the storm. OK, enough of the opening paragraph. To my day. And I know I should be doing this earlier, but this bloody storm.
I woke up at 7:30 (don't blame me. I was woken up.). Then after chores and so on (I couldn't even go on my laptop), we headed straight to Westfields, with me bringing my wallet and my iPod (speaking of which, the song stuck in my head is 'U' by Super Junior. It was one of my dance songs, that's how I know it.) My Mum's car was due for a service, so we dropped the car off around 9 and walked to the shops. Once we arrived, we bought tickets for a movie, 'Race to Witch Mountain.' My Mum and my brother wanted to see it, and I didn't have any particular movie I wanted to see, so that's what we saw. It was better than I expected, and it had really good effects. I don't want to spoil it for anyone, and I definitely don't want to be a film critic. So I won't. But it was good. After the movie ended, we went down to Dymocks, so I could pick up the book I ordered, 'The Three Musketeers' by Alexandre Dumas. (I have a funny story about him, or rather, one of his books. I was reading 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' by the same guy, last year in Maths. Arriola came up and said 'Good book! I remember when it first came out.' Now, this book first came out in '44. 1844. I never get tired of that story.). Then we went to Angus and Robertson, where we used vouchers we got. I bought a Bill Bryson book, because he is the funniest writer I have ever read. Read as many of his books as you can. Then we had Red Rooster, where I spent too long trying to explain to the person who was waiting on us what we wanted. 'I'll have a regular chicken strip meal.' I do this every time, and it's never a problem. But I didn't count on this girl. 'A chicken sub?' 'Chicken strips. A chicken strip meal.' 'We don't have meals, we have combos.' (At this point it gets annoying. This is not difficult.) 'A combo then. Regular.' 'Regular or large?' (Haven't I already said this.) 'Regular. No sauce.' Then my brother ordered. 'I'll have the same as him.' Her face was classic. I thought we might be here for a while. 'Sauce?' (Exact same. No sauce.) 'No.' Bloody hell. Then after we ate, we walked back to the car, passing a fruit shop. This may seem pointless to mention, but I have to mention two signs advertising prices: 'Apples, 49c a bucbet' and 'Weter, $2.99 a bay.' What? I'm not going to try to understand these. When we got home, we watched the rest of Avatar, book 3, including the movie. That is some good stuff.
Now to the storm. It started quietly, when it started raining. Then I heard some banging sounds; hail hitting the windows. Then the lightning started. At this point, it is pouring, and we look out the window, I hear my Mum say, 'The shelter is gone.' We have a shelter in our backyard, or, more accurately, had. We went outside, after the rain had slowed, and found the whole metal frame bent and cracked. The top was at a 45 degree angle, one leg over the neighbour's fence and one leg parallel to the ground. The whole thing is essentially destroyed. To top it all off, the lights went out, and we had to turn off the power because of the lightning. It was, no exaggeration, the worst storm I have ever witnessed. The dog was forcing his way into the house; the side doors were leaking, making us gather towels and buckets like crazy to stop the flow, and the backyard was underwater. I put my foot down and sank in ankle-deep.
I was supposed to go a bit philosophical here, but with all the things that have happened, I'll postpone it until tomorrow. And it was really good too. I was going to get all John-like and all. Well, not as good as him, but still. Philosophical. Instead here I'll mention one of my goals for the holidays: I'm going to write (or at least start to write) a book. We've been doing writing in English, character development in Drama, I've been blogging (a form of writing), and I've always wanted to write a book. So tomorrow, or the day after, I'm going to start. I might even post a bit now and then.
Comments, now, starting with more late ones (which I shall now call retro comments, because that's what I call them in my head and it's just easier to call them that.), both of them on Sunday.
*Ebony: I would say I use Bebo, but that would be an overstatement. I have a Bebo account. I never go on it. My blog is my page on the net. And I don't think I've ever seen :L, though that could just be me. And it's true, he was my first commenter. I almost forgot that. And I post everyday, it's what I do. This way I know what I'm doing everyday. I like to keep a record.
*Shafi: ...OK...
Now to yesterday's comments: 8 from 5 people. Now the only missing person is AC. They're probably just on holidays though.
*Victor: Long posts? Here's one for you. And shut up about my labels, they're awesome. OK, maybe not, but still.
*Karen: Hopefully you'll beat him next time. Someone has to beat Victor. And, yes, I get up at 6. This way, I can go on my laptop in the morning.
*Ebony: I put my blog in my pm right away as well, but it didn't make a difference. Ah well. Gave me a chance to get in the swing of things. Blogging earlier, I will do, if I can help it, but blogging shorter is not my thing. Just me though. And I have no idea how lol is a label either, I don't know why I put that their either. More strange labels I have used are 'bus' and 'w00t.'
*Ebony: Relax, long comments are good. And I read your comments. At least twice: Once to read, and once to reply too.
*Victor: Help out with what? It was kind of vague. Though if you're talking to Ebony, use MSN.
*Victor: It's not that bad. In fact, it's not bad at all.
*Kevin: I think you misspelled 'carp' there. Just saying. And I've finished it all. It is good.
*Shafi: I really can't explain it all here. Wikipedia is your friend. Here's the article. Avatar and Dragonball Z. What?
Oy vey, that was a long post. Hopefully tomorrow I'll start a bit of my book, as well as do that philosophical thing. It won't be your classic relaxation, but I'll take that any day.
I'll try to post earlier,
AB
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wet and Witty
Today was all about water and fun, because we had bugger all work, and it poured. Just like yesterday, but it just kept raining. And raining. With that out of the way (and back to my old habit of sucking at opening paragraphs), we'll get to my day. I'm blogging early because I am doing hapkido again today, and with any luck I'll put a photo of me up tomorrow.
I got to school, where I was surprised by Cameron, Eric and Victor chanting something. I had my iPod in, so I didn't really hear. Later they told me it was April Fools' Day, so that's why they did it (I had forgotten). Didn't seem that much of a joke, as I wasn't tricked. Anyway. When the bell went, I proceeded to forget about Role Call. Of course. Luckily I remembered when I saw that nobody in my class was going the same way. Period 1 was Commerce, which was talking about work from yesterday and reading part of a sheet. So a complete bludge, but fun. Next was Drama, which was in the Music room for some bizarre reason. There we did work on some poem about underwater pigs that eat people and live in a lake. And, no, I'm not joking here, that is exactly what it was about. We were supposed to get our marks back, but we didn't. We're getting them back tomorrow. Presumably. Another day for panic and stress. Next was Recess, which was 13 (as usual). We also (to my lasting regret) said goodbye to a treasured part of our game: the flip rule, when a vote was cast. I voted to keep it, but I was shot down. Rest In Peace, flip rule.
Period 3 was Maths, which was spent doing some work (which seemed hard but was actually fairly easy), and also bludging around on my calculator. Which passes the time pretty effectively. Lunch was, again, playing 13. It got a little confusing though, when some Year 9s who did School Sport wanted to play, which over-crowded things a bit. But, when a few people left, it was clearer. When the bell went, Victor started talking about a really bad movie (one of those so-bad-it's-good movies) called 'D-War,' and he ranted for about 10 minutes about it. I was splitting my sides laughing. I swear, he ought to go into stand-up comedy. Since everything was drenched, we went in the hall and watched a movie, which ended up being 'Drillbit Taylor' by near-unanimous vote. At around 2:15, we packed up the hall, and waited for the bell. I caught the bus home, and I went on MSN, watched some TV, and surfed the net. And here I am, in my hapkido uniform, blogging.
Now to the comment section. Yesterday I got 12 comments (3 in the first 6 minutes). So that's 21 in 2 days. And as I said, though some of them are a bit out there (read: extremely bizarre), I will reply to them all:
* Victor: Indeed, that amazed me; you commented within 8 minutes. That's also scary.
* Mango: Yes, I know it's you. Lol.
* Victor: My sentiments exactly.
* Shafi: Good that you've heard of Queen songs. They are pretty fantastic. Thanks for the compliment with the marquee at the bottom and the tip on reading.
* Victor: ROFLMAO. 'The grammar (or lack thereof) makes my eyes bleed.' Possibly the funniest thing I've heard in weeks; you are classic.
* Mango: Yes, you are. But everyone is, so it doesn't matter.
* Victor: Another Lol.
* Victor: I don't even know what you're talking about. (5 comments: you have way too much time on your hands.)
* Presumably Shafi: Yes, I do have some interesting friends. But awesome.
* Ebony: Made me laugh too! Thanks for following; that's 4.
* John: You can say that last bit again.
* AC: LOL to first mini-paragraph. And I'm not really sure who you are; best not to guess.
And that was my Wednesday, or it will be once it's finished. I'll start tomorrow with hapkido. Keep those comments coming, these are fun!
Commenting is awesome,
AB
I got to school, where I was surprised by Cameron, Eric and Victor chanting something. I had my iPod in, so I didn't really hear. Later they told me it was April Fools' Day, so that's why they did it (I had forgotten). Didn't seem that much of a joke, as I wasn't tricked. Anyway. When the bell went, I proceeded to forget about Role Call. Of course. Luckily I remembered when I saw that nobody in my class was going the same way. Period 1 was Commerce, which was talking about work from yesterday and reading part of a sheet. So a complete bludge, but fun. Next was Drama, which was in the Music room for some bizarre reason. There we did work on some poem about underwater pigs that eat people and live in a lake. And, no, I'm not joking here, that is exactly what it was about. We were supposed to get our marks back, but we didn't. We're getting them back tomorrow. Presumably. Another day for panic and stress. Next was Recess, which was 13 (as usual). We also (to my lasting regret) said goodbye to a treasured part of our game: the flip rule, when a vote was cast. I voted to keep it, but I was shot down. Rest In Peace, flip rule.
Period 3 was Maths, which was spent doing some work (which seemed hard but was actually fairly easy), and also bludging around on my calculator. Which passes the time pretty effectively. Lunch was, again, playing 13. It got a little confusing though, when some Year 9s who did School Sport wanted to play, which over-crowded things a bit. But, when a few people left, it was clearer. When the bell went, Victor started talking about a really bad movie (one of those so-bad-it's-good movies) called 'D-War,' and he ranted for about 10 minutes about it. I was splitting my sides laughing. I swear, he ought to go into stand-up comedy. Since everything was drenched, we went in the hall and watched a movie, which ended up being 'Drillbit Taylor' by near-unanimous vote. At around 2:15, we packed up the hall, and waited for the bell. I caught the bus home, and I went on MSN, watched some TV, and surfed the net. And here I am, in my hapkido uniform, blogging.
Now to the comment section. Yesterday I got 12 comments (3 in the first 6 minutes). So that's 21 in 2 days. And as I said, though some of them are a bit out there (read: extremely bizarre), I will reply to them all:
* Victor: Indeed, that amazed me; you commented within 8 minutes. That's also scary.
* Mango: Yes, I know it's you. Lol.
* Victor: My sentiments exactly.
* Shafi: Good that you've heard of Queen songs. They are pretty fantastic. Thanks for the compliment with the marquee at the bottom and the tip on reading.
* Victor: ROFLMAO. 'The grammar (or lack thereof) makes my eyes bleed.' Possibly the funniest thing I've heard in weeks; you are classic.
* Mango: Yes, you are. But everyone is, so it doesn't matter.
* Victor: Another Lol.
* Victor: I don't even know what you're talking about. (5 comments: you have way too much time on your hands.)
* Presumably Shafi: Yes, I do have some interesting friends. But awesome.
* Ebony: Made me laugh too! Thanks for following; that's 4.
* John: You can say that last bit again.
* AC: LOL to first mini-paragraph. And I'm not really sure who you are; best not to guess.
And that was my Wednesday, or it will be once it's finished. I'll start tomorrow with hapkido. Keep those comments coming, these are fun!
Commenting is awesome,
AB
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Water, Water Everywhere
In contrast with previous posts, I'm not going to give much of a quick recap in the opening paragraph. It works much better if you find out when I found out. All I leave you with is the title, and a rejected one: 'I Hate the Revolutions.' And, no, that's not a spelling error. I'll explain it when I get to it.
I woke up at 7:30, and got out of bed. I grabbed my book, and I started to read. My neck is still sore from yesterday. Then at around 8:30, Shay, Jo and Lachlan came to our apartment, and got me and my brother so we could go to the pool. We spent some time in there, and then we got back to the apartment to get dressed to go to breakfast. We took a lift down, and we went to this cafe. I got a ham and cheese croissant (delicious), and then they sprung their surprise. The jet boat ride... was today.
A quick side note: For Christmas, Shay got me a ride on a jet boat (link). Smartass. What it is is basically a ride in a boat for half an hour, in which they go incredibly quickly, and do 360 degree turns (revolutions. There's the rejected title for you.)
The colour drained out of my face. I didn't speak. I couldn't. Today? In retrospect I should have seen this coming. Sydney, Darling Harbour, with Shay. But I didn't. My mistake. Then we went back to the apartment. I was already feeling sick. This was not good. I tried to ignore it, but try as I might, I still couldn't get it out of the back of my head. As we travelled down the lift, Shay and Michael sang me this quick song to allay my fears:
AB went to sea, sea, sea
To see what he could see, see, see
But all that he could see, see, see
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea!
Oh yeah. Much better. As we drew closer, I made several half-hearted attempts to get out of it. But it was to no use. We found out that it was at 12. So I struggled until then. But, the time was nigh. I got into the boat, and tried to get into a good frame of mind. Jo said 'You'll go out into the harbour, come back and say 'Was that it?'' So I figured I'd try that. Then they started speeding up. I grabbed onto the velcro straps holding me in place for dear life. And not a moment too soon. One big 360 degree spin at 75 km/hour. That, it can be said, was not fun. Shay put my glasses in my pocket, and I closed my eyes. Tightly. Grabbing on the straps like they were my only lifeline. Which, in a sense, they were. More turns, faster and faster. I was coming close to hyperventilating (and I may have. I'm not sure. I was breathing very fast.). I closed my eyes tighter as the spins got more and more frequent. I didn't vomit, oh no. I didn't think that's possible. I was beyond that. All the while getting drenched as sea spray flew over the sides. Fear rocked me. I may be allergic to adrenaline. At last, thankfully, finally, it was over. 30 minutes of pure horror, with screaming thrown in. When I opened my eyes and let go of the straps after the boat stopped, I looked at my hands, only to see there was velcro stuck there from where I clung on. I was shaking. I was cold and wet. Not something I'd try again. After that, we walked up to the hotel, to pick up our bags and leave. I was still holding my sides, from sheer cold, though as I got o the hotel, I could start playing Solitaire on my iPod again. We got home, and I grabbed some lunch.
At 3:30, we had to go this place called Club Italia for my Dad's AFL meeting. I brought my laptop, and spent the time reading, listening, and going on MSN, as well as doing the dance essay thing. Thank god I don't have to do that a second time (the same could be said about the boat). For dinner, I had chicken and chips, as that's what all the other kids were given. Not my choice. Wasn't big enough for a mouse. So I also had spaghetti and garlic bread. We got home at around 8, and I watched TV, and went on my laptop.
And that was today. A long day, with water from the jet boat, and swimming too. Tomorrow is Monday, and I'm half-looking forward to it. At least there isn't any jet boats.
Never again shall I do that,
AB
I woke up at 7:30, and got out of bed. I grabbed my book, and I started to read. My neck is still sore from yesterday. Then at around 8:30, Shay, Jo and Lachlan came to our apartment, and got me and my brother so we could go to the pool. We spent some time in there, and then we got back to the apartment to get dressed to go to breakfast. We took a lift down, and we went to this cafe. I got a ham and cheese croissant (delicious), and then they sprung their surprise. The jet boat ride... was today.
A quick side note: For Christmas, Shay got me a ride on a jet boat (link). Smartass. What it is is basically a ride in a boat for half an hour, in which they go incredibly quickly, and do 360 degree turns (revolutions. There's the rejected title for you.)
The colour drained out of my face. I didn't speak. I couldn't. Today? In retrospect I should have seen this coming. Sydney, Darling Harbour, with Shay. But I didn't. My mistake. Then we went back to the apartment. I was already feeling sick. This was not good. I tried to ignore it, but try as I might, I still couldn't get it out of the back of my head. As we travelled down the lift, Shay and Michael sang me this quick song to allay my fears:
AB went to sea, sea, sea
To see what he could see, see, see
But all that he could see, see, see
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea!
Oh yeah. Much better. As we drew closer, I made several half-hearted attempts to get out of it. But it was to no use. We found out that it was at 12. So I struggled until then. But, the time was nigh. I got into the boat, and tried to get into a good frame of mind. Jo said 'You'll go out into the harbour, come back and say 'Was that it?'' So I figured I'd try that. Then they started speeding up. I grabbed onto the velcro straps holding me in place for dear life. And not a moment too soon. One big 360 degree spin at 75 km/hour. That, it can be said, was not fun. Shay put my glasses in my pocket, and I closed my eyes. Tightly. Grabbing on the straps like they were my only lifeline. Which, in a sense, they were. More turns, faster and faster. I was coming close to hyperventilating (and I may have. I'm not sure. I was breathing very fast.). I closed my eyes tighter as the spins got more and more frequent. I didn't vomit, oh no. I didn't think that's possible. I was beyond that. All the while getting drenched as sea spray flew over the sides. Fear rocked me. I may be allergic to adrenaline. At last, thankfully, finally, it was over. 30 minutes of pure horror, with screaming thrown in. When I opened my eyes and let go of the straps after the boat stopped, I looked at my hands, only to see there was velcro stuck there from where I clung on. I was shaking. I was cold and wet. Not something I'd try again. After that, we walked up to the hotel, to pick up our bags and leave. I was still holding my sides, from sheer cold, though as I got o the hotel, I could start playing Solitaire on my iPod again. We got home, and I grabbed some lunch.
At 3:30, we had to go this place called Club Italia for my Dad's AFL meeting. I brought my laptop, and spent the time reading, listening, and going on MSN, as well as doing the dance essay thing. Thank god I don't have to do that a second time (the same could be said about the boat). For dinner, I had chicken and chips, as that's what all the other kids were given. Not my choice. Wasn't big enough for a mouse. So I also had spaghetti and garlic bread. We got home at around 8, and I watched TV, and went on my laptop.
And that was today. A long day, with water from the jet boat, and swimming too. Tomorrow is Monday, and I'm half-looking forward to it. At least there isn't any jet boats.
Never again shall I do that,
AB
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Swimming Carnival
To describe today in one word: water. Yes, today revolved around water in two ways: one, it was the swimming carnival. Two, it poured. Now, let us have a look at the swimming carnival. It started off before school, where everyone came in their house colours: Farrer, red; Wentworth, blue; Macarthur, yellow; and Lachlan Macquarie, green, which I am in. If I may be permitted to make a side note: why Lachlan Macquarie? Why two names? When we get themes (I'll come back to this), it's Macquarie, but we are normally called Lachlan. I say, pick a name and commit. But, really, it doesn't matter. Anyway, back to... houses. OK. our themes were: Farrer Festive, where people came dressed as holiday characters. You know, Santa Claus, Halloween characters, basically just everything holiday-ish. Wentworth was Wonderland, which took the title of 'Weirdest Theme for 2009.' W00t. So, people came dressed up as Alice (even the boys, again, which I'll come back to after this.), the Mad Hatter, and more than 1 person had jokes about 'Wonderland' (eg, a few girls had signs pointing to their chests, which said 'Your Wonderland.' Lol!). Macarthur was Magic, and had by far the best costumes. There were fairies, wizards (mostly Harry Potter), and the best costume came from here. One person had a Gandalf (the White) costume, which was perfect. The hat, the white robes, the staff, even the beard. It could have been Dumbledore, but I doubt it. And last (always), is Macquarie, which was Musicians. We had guitars, drums, many musical instruments. I couldn't find anything green, so I came in a black top with a DJ on it. Of course, like in every school, there is a time-honoured tradition, which came out with flying colours today. In Hurlstone, for some bizarre reason, that tradition is cross-dressing. Swimming carnivals, camps, Year 12 farewells, rest-assured there will be guys in dresses attempting to show... something.
In the morning, I spent the time with Cam, Eric, Vitale, Victor, basically the whole group, just basically doing nothing. Cards, sessions, walking, talking, etc, etc. The cheering contest was first, though, and I'd like to say that I think Macquarie was the morning's winner. Of course, that could have been because I was standing in that particular crowd.
If I may be permitted to make a short side note: Is it just me, or does everybody at the swimming carnival seem drunk? Well, not everybody of course, but there's always those special few. I mean, we have shouting (cheering contests), strange behaviour (dancing in the rain), very little inhibitions (girls going around taking pictures of themselves with completely random people), I could go on. But I won't.
Continuing. Today, I lent Shafi my iPod, so that he could have a look at Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series. (If you don't know what that is, I strongly recommend you have a look at it at the link I just gave you, as it is brilliant. Or, so I think. I do have a very strange sense of humour.) I gave it to him at lunch, and didn't get it back until about 2 pm. Yeah. It's that good. Anyway, in the afternoon, I spent most of the time hiding from the rain, having a 'joke-off' with Vitale, in which we each tell the other a joke, and if they had heard of it, they get a point, and if not, you get a point. It ended with the score being tied at 8 a piece, when we decided to stop. Partway through the day, we got told the score: as usual, Farrer was first and leading easily, Wentworth coming second, about 50 or 60 points ahead of 3rd, who was, SHOCK, HORROR, Macquarie. We are always last. Always. Rest assured, we rubbed it in Mango and Vitale's faces, who are both in Macarthur. At this point, it stops sprinkling, and starts raining. Hard. It starts pelting down. Then, a teacher (I think it was actually an office lady) told us to go cheer. I promptly went into the pool area: and talked to Cam. Why? ...The stand was full. Then, I got sent to go get the score for Mr. Wilson (senior. Or, B. Wilson. I remember the B standing for bald, and that's how I tell the Wilsons, A. or B. apart.) Farrer, 1st, what a surprise. Wentworth, 2nd, of course. And... Macarthur third. Macarthur. Third. Macquarie had fallen to fourth. Again. They do say L for Lachlan, l for last. However, Mr. Wilson (snr) did say something interesting before being corrected: 'Farrer, fourth...' A misread of 1st for 4th due to wet paper. How funny would that have been, if Farrer really did come fourth. *sigh* Ah, well.
And that was my day. Really. Maybe there's more, but it probably wouldn't have been very interesting. (Oh, I lost my umbrella case. So that's... something...)
Proud to be in Lachlan (and also last),
AB
In the morning, I spent the time with Cam, Eric, Vitale, Victor, basically the whole group, just basically doing nothing. Cards, sessions, walking, talking, etc, etc. The cheering contest was first, though, and I'd like to say that I think Macquarie was the morning's winner. Of course, that could have been because I was standing in that particular crowd.
If I may be permitted to make a short side note: Is it just me, or does everybody at the swimming carnival seem drunk? Well, not everybody of course, but there's always those special few. I mean, we have shouting (cheering contests), strange behaviour (dancing in the rain), very little inhibitions (girls going around taking pictures of themselves with completely random people), I could go on. But I won't.
Continuing. Today, I lent Shafi my iPod, so that he could have a look at Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series. (If you don't know what that is, I strongly recommend you have a look at it at the link I just gave you, as it is brilliant. Or, so I think. I do have a very strange sense of humour.) I gave it to him at lunch, and didn't get it back until about 2 pm. Yeah. It's that good. Anyway, in the afternoon, I spent most of the time hiding from the rain, having a 'joke-off' with Vitale, in which we each tell the other a joke, and if they had heard of it, they get a point, and if not, you get a point. It ended with the score being tied at 8 a piece, when we decided to stop. Partway through the day, we got told the score: as usual, Farrer was first and leading easily, Wentworth coming second, about 50 or 60 points ahead of 3rd, who was, SHOCK, HORROR, Macquarie. We are always last. Always. Rest assured, we rubbed it in Mango and Vitale's faces, who are both in Macarthur. At this point, it stops sprinkling, and starts raining. Hard. It starts pelting down. Then, a teacher (I think it was actually an office lady) told us to go cheer. I promptly went into the pool area: and talked to Cam. Why? ...The stand was full. Then, I got sent to go get the score for Mr. Wilson (senior. Or, B. Wilson. I remember the B standing for bald, and that's how I tell the Wilsons, A. or B. apart.) Farrer, 1st, what a surprise. Wentworth, 2nd, of course. And... Macarthur third. Macarthur. Third. Macquarie had fallen to fourth. Again. They do say L for Lachlan, l for last. However, Mr. Wilson (snr) did say something interesting before being corrected: 'Farrer, fourth...' A misread of 1st for 4th due to wet paper. How funny would that have been, if Farrer really did come fourth. *sigh* Ah, well.
And that was my day. Really. Maybe there's more, but it probably wouldn't have been very interesting. (Oh, I lost my umbrella case. So that's... something...)
Proud to be in Lachlan (and also last),
AB
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