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Prize opening.

I had no idea what was in my raffle prize so I put it in the fridge to wait for Olivia to open it.
When I saw men's and women's prizes were different I was hoping for alcohol but this was a pretty good result.
Some razors and a shaving brush.
A tin of the best instant coffee International Roast, something our budget doesn't stretch to these days.
A bar of soap, useful but not something a man would get excitement from.
Some clothes pegs.
Some band-aids, I've never had much use for these, as a child our home didn't have them, and over the years I've just tended to use masking tape on finger wounds.
These were wrapped in a handkerchief to make the prize resemble a bomb. I was raised by a foster Grandmother for much of my younger days so I find handkerchiefs most useful and I actually disdain the use of tissues, I know I'm in the minority now holding that view.
The end result for me was a very well thought out prize, kudos to those who thought about what to offer.


Smug Jimby.

At a social event today where we sang a few ditties I managed to win a prize from their raffles, I'm not used to winning anything of late so this was a pleasant surprise, poor George beside me had upped his chances nicely by inadvertently scoring two door tickets but didn't win a thing.


Watch time again.

Olivia bought herself a new used watch today from the Salvos, I'm hoping looking at the worn coating on the face that it's using good old fashioned radium to make it glow in the dark rather than the new stuff that's fairly useless, but we'll have to wait until dark.
Of course it wasn't going when she purchased it but Jimby likes that since he enjoys replacing batteries, however this one had a major issue that was only found upon opening the case.
With my lousy eyesight it took a few seconds of puzzled looking until the tiny spark in my head realised "idiot! it's a wind up watch" a little wind had it ticking away quite silently.
We shall call this buy a win, Olivia's very happy.
I suppose in my defense I had to take a photo of the face in order to read the brand label, so the dead set giveaway words like jewels and incabloc weren't read.


A learning experience.

I was asked to replace another watch battery in this somewhat fancier one than I'd usually play with, naturally as it has a fancy label it takes a slightly different cell than the ones I'm used to, but no worries I've ordered some in.
The worries started later when I wanted to see if the crown worked alright to set the hands.
That was the end of my easy job, the stem had corroded away a bit and the crown snapped off, and off I had to look online for a new (and overpriced) stem, I just hope I can get the bit of stem out of the old crown later.
I hope Kevin who owns the watch is in a good mood as he isn't going to like this and the reality is that it isn't really worth the effort of pursuing it but I do like the concept of maintaining things in running order.
It seems this model has a quite complex system of resetting things after battery replacement, and that's something I found out about after investigating it online, you've got to love the internet.


A day out at Abergowrie.

There was a NAIDOC event at the Abergowrie school today which we putted out to experience and I can very happily report that I got myself a lovely little Aboriginal flag, a flag I like for probably all the wrong reasons. The singer in the background was a lass known as Casey Donovan, a name that I had heard of but this was first exposure to her, she has a fine voice but I think the material let her down.
This shocked me but in a very positive way, a Hyundai police car, that is so sensible.
This bit of machinery is a great target for a photo, what I found a bit startling was how wide it was, by my pacing I reckon 3 metres wide, you'd never get it registered even if it ran.
What must be causing nightmares is while it looks like it could us a fresh coat of lovely pretty paint it's riddled with metal cancer. No easy answer for this dilemma.
Another problem is that it appears to have become a rubbish bin.
A back view of chef Mark Olive addressing us visitors, he has a show on TV called The Black Olive but what I really liked about him was onstage earlier when after other presenters performed all I heard was mumbled words not knowing what they were talking about, then he came on and I could understand most of what he was saying, this made me feel better about my ears. I wasn't comfortable in the crowd in front of him so I shuffled of away from the hustle and bustle.
For a where's Wally (Waldo) moment Olivia is in this picture, and just to make it easier for those adventurous enough to have a go look up from the red cup.