Rossarden (19 April 2009)

"You are looking a bit tired, though not as bad as you did yesterday!" -Phil

"You alright? What's wrong - where you going?" -Phil to me when I stood up after sitting at the kitchen table for two hours reading his "life story."
"Yes, fine. Some people have to go to the toilet sometimes, you know."
"Oh, yeah. Well, we could get you a commode!"

Some people are too amazing, peculiar, fascinating, and lovely to try and explain through words.

Today was a much needed second rest day full of: crumpets, tim tams (oh yes), hot chocolate, reading Phil's memoirs (so interesting! if only everyone i knew would write theirs. mom, dad. cindy, andy. gram, grandpa...do this!), biscuits, tea, cat cuddles, laughter, rest, and a drive down the windy, steep hill to a "blessing of the path" ceremony in Cleveland for a historic, convict built chapel with cakes and hot chocolate. I won't comment on how such eating habit can lead to stomachaches!

Margaret and Phil. Rossarden Hosts of the Month! Though they did force A LOT of those cookies on me. They kept pulling out secret stashes of tim tams and other sweets like they thought I was a never-ending cookie disposal!

And they thought I was weird sucking tea through a tim tam! Here's Phil eating a banana and margarine sandwich!

See Phil, I will put disgraceful photos of myself on the internet too!
Contemporary art. Cookies other than tim tams can be eaten the same way (sucking liquid through center), though they leave a much bigger mess in your tea cup and disintegrate into your hands halfway to your mouth. making you look like a sloppy, uncivilized, american guest.

mr. sheep relaxes by the fire. he really lives the good life.

So, Margaret and Phil, thank you very very very much for having me stay in Rossarden and letting me steal your cat's bed for three! nights. I enjoyed all the birds and wallabies and possums out your window, reading Phil's memoirs of course, and the gracious supply of tim tams and hot chocolate. Thank you. (Even though you slice bread with scissors, Phil!)