Rambling (in more than one way)

Hello, there!
It's Sunday morning (although it will be officially afternoon when this post goes up), and I've been awake since eight o'clock. Did I need to be awake at eight o'clock? Why, no. I got up to pee, and couldn't get back to sleep. We slept in the living room last night, just for fun (yes, I know, we're weird), and Matt is still slumbering gently in a nest of cushions and blankets on the floor. I'm keeping myself entertained with some Torchwood books, the internet (although forums are quiet this time on a Sunday) and by admiring my lovely new jumper, which is not as dark as it looks at the link. More cheery plum coloured.

Matt just raised his head blearily and announced the time, before dozing off again. He's been doing this about once an hour throughout the morning, because he has an exciting new watch. I was going to keep it for a Christmas present, but it occurred to me that it may not fit him, and I didn't want him to be all excited about something that didn't fit on Christmas. So I gave it to him yesterday and, of course, it does fit. Bugger.

Anyway, it's got the... crap, what are they called? [quick trip to wikipedia] Autobots symbol on the face (why could I not remember that? Sleep deprivation, probably.), and it has Optimus Prime on the strap. BUT, and this is the bit that can lead to hours of enjoyment if you are Matt, you can kind of rotate the sections of the strap above and below the face, and they have Bumblebee on the back. So it's two watches in one. Sort of.

In other news, I am tremendously excited about the fact that we now have recycling boxes. Emailing the council worked! I am about to rush off to sort paper and glass and card into the appropriate boxes, but I did promise you guys photos of Australia, and you know I couldn't leave you hangin' (as I believe the kids say these days).
Wow.
I'm rambly this morning. Have some photographs!

So. Nettie obviously wanted to hook us early, and took us to Mundaring Weir. The weather was gorgeous, and the scenery was just awesome...

We started off down in the park area. It looked quite like Holyrood Park in Edinburgh, but way sunnier and hotter.

The colours were so gorgeous.

It being a beautiful day, Matt was, of course, wearing his massive hat, sunglasses, long-sleeved top, trousers and factor 50+ sun lotion.

We walked up the hill to the lookout point. Again, it was stupidly pretty, with the dappled sunlight through the trees.

Our first sight of a kookaburra. Ooh, we said. Oooh, a kookaburra! That's not what I was saying when we went for lunch at the nearby pub after our walk, and one swooped down, landed in my plate, stabbed me in the eye with its wing, and stole the cheese out of my salad.
Damn kookaburras.



A view of the weir itself from the lookout point.

There was a rock formation at the top. King of the WORLD!


'Twenty-eights'. Hey, they're parroty things. It was exciting for us.

And shots taken from the weir itself. Including one with Nettie.



This is when we first really discussed the prospect of emigrating.

Travellicious.

Aside: I was back at work today and, barring general decrepitude, managed ok.
Go me! Woo!
Man, that was far too thrilling. I think I need to lie down.

Ok, let's get down to business!
I mean, not down to business obviously. Not that my readership is anything other than very attractive, of course. But, y'know, Matt would complain and, what with me still being a bit ill and all, it might not be such a good idea.

Ok, I'll shut up now.

We had a stop-off at Bangkok airport for about an hour. It was about the right length of time, it turns out, as it gave us enough opportunity to wander about in the airport without getting bored.

Here's Matt looking tired, and proving that he was actually in Thailand.

They had many of these statues of gods around the area we were in. Each had a plaque with the name of the god, and their story. I don't know if you can tell from the photographs, but these statues are massive.

A view out of the window. I love that the nearby motorway has little turrety spire-esque bits on it.

Ooh, twirly.

The airport also had lots of murals. I took photos of a few, but my camera was acting up, so these are the only decent shots I got.

Next time: lots and lots of photos of Australia!

G'day W.A.!

I'm ill. It's pathetic. I've begged the day off work, and I've spent almost all of it huddled on the sofa, drinking tea and juice, scarfing down medicines and garlic and vitamins, and watching horror movies (might as well get something out of the experience, hey? Besides, the amount of garlic I've taken should disintegrate a vampire at 50 paces). I feel like there's a hot balloon gently inflating inside my skull, and it hurts. And my glands and my throat and my sinuses and my nose and my eyes and my freakin' muscles hurt.

So I thought that since I'm camped out here, I should get going on the holiday snaps.

Before you get too excited, this is going to be a bit of a short post. My brain is only letting me have about half an hour's rational thinking at a time (pause for the "So what's new?" comments), so it may be a little feeble (see previous set of brackets).

I'm going to have to work out how to break them down into some sort of order, so I thought I'd start with Aussie graffiti. Not very indicative of our trip as a whole, but I might as well begin with what's familiar for the blog, eh?

These were taken during our first trip to Mundaring weir.
Carved into a pipe:




Nettie assures us that this one wasn't written by her, as she can spell her own name.


On the back of a toilet door. I hope for Troy's sake that someone just wrote an addendum to the original graffiti.


One for the category of 'helpful' notes. This door was unattached to anything, and was propped up against a fence (not technically graffiti).


On the same door. Oh, is it? Really?


When we went down to the lake nearby, this one caught my eye.
Note: Matt actually survived the Australia trip. No need to worry.

During our visit to Fremantle, I noticed a few vaguely creepy items (huzzah!).
This one was next to a church.

Along the path by the harbour:
I did. Nothing much to see there. Oh well.

Scary clown! Aaagh! Even now... can't sleep, clown yeah, actually... virus will get me.

Sad dancing bean thing? Love it.

Agh! Where?

Taken in some toilets on our way to the Pinnacles, here's that straight-talkin' Aussie attitude.

Rorschach water stain outside the zoo.
*sniggers*
Oh, what? Like you don't see it?


Ok, honeys, I am all blogged out for now. Wussy, I know.
Time for me to drink some more orange juice, take some more vitamins, and (unfortunately), it's probably about time for the fever to kick back in.
One hour until I can take more medicine!

Gosh...

Wow. Nearly four months, huh?

I'm a naughty blogger, I admit it. Not even being online for months?
Still, I'm sure you're all happy to see me back, and missed me terribly, and want to kiss me for returning, right? Right?

Ok, down to business. Obviously, I survived without Matt.

I have been trying, over and over, to write a blog post about our amazing Australian adventure, but I can't make it work.

I have realised that it's because I haven't written ANY blog post or anything else like that for so long...

So... hello, blog readers. I'm (hopefully) back.

*kisses*

P.S. It's my birthday tomorrow!