The kindly Mattess accompanied us to Quidong for the long weekend where many an ambitious task was planned. There was a pool to demolish and a veranda to errect. The boys brought their tool boxes, my Dad brought the heavy equipment and my Mum brought the tea.
It was a weekend of blue open skies, seering sunshine, beers in the rain (yes RAIN!), work boots, builder's cracks, power tools, grunted converstaions, endless homecooked meals and little bit of Hobo & Christian on the stereo.
Dad and the Matts prepare to dig a hole.
Mattess as an unfinicky dumpy level.
We discovered a new 'crumble' recipe, two toads, Dad's reo penchant, Mattess's 6 pack and Matten's supple hands. We caught up with Margaret's long-lost love (Lamb) spotted a few deadly animals, watched Dad cut willow branches for hungry cattle and ate corn chips shaped like Christmas trees.
There was many a chat about cricket, rivets and concrete setting.
Really, it could have been an ad for VB.
Mum tells me that Dad is now suffering from blokey-conversation withdrawal.
4 comments:
and what were you doing during all this blokey stuff Lady?
Did you get your ambitious tasks done?
Sometimes I was armed with a hammer and others with a wooden spoon. I'm a very versatile girl!
That does look testosterone driven. Good to see Matt's wifebeater looking very appropriate.
Happy new year quidong revellers!
Thanks Jen. Hope your new Year was rockin'.
And Sarah, just coz I'm dumpy doesn't mean I'm level
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