Monday 19 January 2009

Summer Break

We had a break between Christmas and New Years. Unfortunately I spent most of the time sick in bed. We did however manage to spend a day at the Sunshine Coast with my parents and my sister and her three boys (one big one is her husband). It was a perfect summer's day, we swam in the surf, made sand castles, soaked up some sun and enjoyed prawns and salad for lunch.
Gigi shows how it's done Italian style - flat out, not sunscreen.
Brother-n-law Noel with son Lachlan

Sisters Kim and Jenny

Gigi and nephew Josh squish up tight.

Josh is an expert at eating the froth.
So is his brother Lachlan, not quite 3 years old.

Summer lovin'.
Mooloolaba Beach. Aussie perfection.
Are these lifeguards? No, but Geoff and Jane do keep a look out.

More summer lovin. Aren't they cute?

Josh catches up with current affairs while Lachlan is happy to play an imaginery piano.

Cruise the River

One of Brisbane's must do's is to take a City Cat (catamaran ferry) along the Brisbane River. It gives you a different perspective of the city, helps you cool off a bit and guarantees a touch of sunburn regardless of the weather if you stand out on the deck. We caught the ferry at SouthBank and did the 1.5 hour loop to Apollo Road, passing the city centre, under the Storey Bridge, along New Farm park and some of Brisbane's oldest historic buildings and residences, down towards the port.

Along for the ride were my very good friend Sharon (who I've known since 1991), her husband Corey and their son (and our god son) Dylan.

Unfortunately the overcast sky meant it wasn't the best day for photos showcasing the city's charms but the sky did trick me into suncream complacency and a slight red tinge was the result that evening.
Left - an old style ferry. Right - 21st century style ferry City Cat.

Riverside centre in the foreground and Eagle Street skycrapers behind.

Uncle Gigi

Dylan and Sharon

Brisbane Eye

Brisbane city centre

Storey Bridge


Dylan and Gigi

Jenny & Sharon


Dylan - delightful and cheeky.
The Brisbane River with the iconic Storey Bridge and the city centre to the left.

Dylan Flying

Dylan Tries It On

What do you get when you combine a bungee rope, a trampoline and a 7 year old boy? Our god son Dylan trying out Bungee-trampoline - of course. This is what it looks like.

Per gli italiani - questo e il nostro figlioccio Dylan.

Hook me up!
At attention, ready for blast off.
Crikey, I'm not sure about this.
Maybe if I jump like a frog?
Oh yeah, I've got it now.

Sunday 4 January 2009

Toilet Seat Up or Down?

Do you ever have domestic disputes about the toilet seat being left up or down? After 15 years of living with a Mediterranean man who very often chooses to sit this was a dispute long ago resolved and since forgotten in our little household. Until, the landlord arrived with his somewhat brash Canadian father for an impromptu inspection, and a request we had made fieve months earlier to have the toilet seat replaced was mentioned. 'Oh yes, that would be great' we chimed in.

The pair tottered off to the local hardware store returning with what appeared to be a standard, white toilet seat in pristine condition. The two men did their hardy thing and were soon on their way, with a cheerio and thanks from us.

Shortly afterwards it was time to test the new seat and only then did I discover the 'instruction' sheet they had kindly left on the toilet seat cover. Now I hear you thinking - how tricky can a toilet seat be to use. You put it up, you put it down.

Oh no, this one has been specially designed for males, especially the obese (an image of the landlord's Canadian father flashes through my mind), and housewives and cleaners who will 'appreciate not seeing a messy and unsanitary seat when performing their everyday bathroom chores'.....I wonder to myself how many housewives and cleaners the pair imagined wandered through our bathroom on a daily basis performing chores? I might give it a once over on a fortnightly basis so it remains a mystery to me.

The thing is, this toilet seat is designed so that the seat itself pops into an upright position if the lid is lifted. It has suction caps underneath that grip to the bowl for about ten seconds if you press down on the lid and seat...but as any woman knows by the time you get your belt undone, your jeans and knickers down it is very likely that ten seconds has passed and you find yourself sinking into the bowl. Or as you turn your back and struggle with a zip, stockings or a pair of those secret suck-it-in grandma undies there is no way you can be seated before the springs kick into action and flip the seat up.

And as if to add insult to injury when you do finish and resume the standing position the seat pops up, joining the lid in a salute as though taking the piss (pardon the pun) that you are disadvantaged by your need to sit down on the job. So, now I am constantly on my guard, ready for the seat to float up before my bottom heads south, or putting the toilet seat cover down so as to avoid the ghastly sight of both appendages being raised.
I put it down to the fact that two men went out to buy something as mundane as a new toilet seat and came back with a contraption that really didn't need to be invented.