Hands on Wall

Last week Master Z got his P’s (similar to NZ’s restricted license) meaning we now have the ability to get off “The Farm” to go places and do things on our own schedule and further a-field then the main street of Mudgee!

On Wednesday this led us to a river that Master Z and his family camped at for over 30 years every Christmas and an aboriginal site named “Hands on Wall”- where Master Z had been as a child but this was his first return since.

After a picnic beside the extremely idyllic river we both had a strong urge to jump into the beautiful clear water but being the middle of winter one of us decided it was a very bad idea... surprisingly this was me!    On the other hand, Master Z decided to strip down to his birthday suit and jump on in... for three seconds... then with a “wow, it’s really cold” he turned around and did it again... for another three seconds. He then promptly (and hilariously) put his clothes on as fast as humanly possible!

Another 15minutes down the road and I successfully managed to trek 1200 meters, through the bush - in heels - to see said hands 

It was a beautiful trek, with a few hairy ankle wobbles on rocks that didn’t agree with my choice of footwear but who cares, when boys (Master Z’s brother) challenge you with statements like “It is a bit of a hike, maybe doing it in heels is not such a great idea” I as a female felt that I must stand up and contradict such opinions with lady logic (or as my mother may call it - blind stubbornness).

Today the plan is to go to “The Drip” (Australians are so original with the naming of places at times)... I think though that the weather has other ideas... the grey clouds that are looming are slightly ominous, so I may have further photo’s/stories for you tomorrow, or I may unfortunately not.

Love always,

Miss R x

The Princess and the Pea

Last night to dinner I wore my extemely sexy liar shoes, they claim they have a leather upper but after a week or so, such a shoe tends to stretch slightly and mold to your feet.

These have not and therefore after three hours uncomfortable turns into  a "slightly" burning sensation... *totally worth it!

Around two hours into the night - after bragging about my accidental flashness with my awesome sparkly (prada) glasses, bows on my (versace) sunglasses and textured (prada) phone, I stood up and felt a stone in my shoe.

For those of you that wear heels - that burn - you know taking them off is a death wish so I spent a good six minutes while moving between awesome comic book pub to sexy chandelair bar weighing up my options.

I "of course" decided to play with fire and remove said stone!

First attempt was a slight failure. Waiting at the lights I pulled off my shoe and the green man flashed... back on goes my shoe and my new nemises the stone is still firmly lodged in my foot.

Then the boys stop to purve at a table of used books of all things - did I mention I love the city? - and I get to remove my shoe and off of the bottom of my foot I pull a dimante!

WTF? How does one find herseld in possesion of a stray dimante in her shoe that happens to look like it has been sharpened to a freaken point?!? (Presumably by bored elves... christmas is still quite far away after all).

Miss TH thought this was funnier then the "oh water" conversation and dubbed it The Princess and the Pea moment!

Have I mentioned how much I love my friends? :)

Miss R x

Cats, tuna & water...

On our way to dinner Miss TH and I encountered a fluffy white cat and here is the conversation that followed...

TH - Look, here's my friend

R - That's a cat not your friend... he doesn't ask how your day was or buy you coffee, in fact if you were standing in front of a bowl of tuna he would ignore you hard!

TH - lol "I don't know you B*tch"

R - "I no speaka the engleeh... Parlez vous francais? "
But then you would be all - well actually (only in french cause she can totally rock that sh*t) and he would be all "oh rats" only cats like rats cause they eat rats, it would be "oh lions" but no, they are cousins, that doesn't work either...

TH - lol so what do cats not like?

R - Great question... What - apart from you standing in the way of his food - does he dislike?

TH - Water! Cats don't like water!

R - Yeah "Oh water"  gotta be it

So now that that mini mystery has been solved we are off to dinner.

...oh water - just doesn't have the same ring to it as oh rats though does it...

Please note, TH totally started that crazy rant/mystery - I had nothing to do with it!

I love my friends :)