Nice Sunday morning.

Relaxing watching the Curling gold medal match.
I think the Canadian skip Kevin Martin (in the foreground) will be glad when it's all over so he can finally relax a bit after a fortnight of tension. I think he's done his job superbly and can pass the job onto his 3rd John Morris for the future.

Grace likes the Norwegian skip and would love to have him in the family, and who doesn't love the trousers the Norwegian Curlers wear? they're great.

Just over, Canada wins Gold, well done boys.

Panic time.

Oh no! next door Peter must be tearing his hair out, he's scheduled to mow with his timetable and it's raining. If his timetable allowed another 30 minutes yesterday he may have been able to complete the front yard, but I guess his timetable only had 90 minutes listed for doing the front yard.
Of course he couldn't possibly mow on the fine days we had before yesterday due to them not fitting his schedule even though he's free to do whatever he wants every day.

This reminded me.

I transferred these plants here a while back and they seem to be doing pretty good. The TV room air conditioner drains into their pot, so they should be comfortable, but looking at them reminded me that I can buy fertiliser and weed killer again now. It would have been a waste of money if they drove a bulldozer through everything.

Normal life resumes.

This new tap magically appeared downstairs yesterday. Since it's a crime in Queensland to replace a tap if you're not a licenced plumber (dunno what the punishment is but luckily we don't have a death penalty anymore) I would never do something like this myself ;)

It's nice to play catch up with our life again as I'd put off replacing the dodgy old tap for a year while we were waiting to hear if we were going to lose our house.

The final bit.

They put in a new water meter yesterday and hopefully that completes the work they've done putting in the new main.

It must be working as we'd already used 100 litres when I checked it today.

Usual luck.

I had another Peter Sellers moment when I went up the street the other day, the street GPS wobbled a bit and then fell off, D'OH! The thin plastic had been overstressed and had enough sense to give up.

At least my luck changed when I realised the thread on its fitting was near enough to the same as a common 15mm plumbing thread and remounting the gizmo became a simple exercise.

Goodbye sleep.

We shelled out $50 for the subscription TV package of the Winter Olympics, and while many of the sports are non-events the coverage in High Definition is brilliant.

I suppose I'll get my life back in another week or so.