Got up in time for lunch today. Made a sandwich, bunged it on a plate, sat down in front of it and nearly chundered. The guts are playing me up again. Spent the last two nights on the bloody loo in a jumper. Am thoroughly shat off.
On the upside, it's good weather for staying indoors and sleeping. The sky is a uniform undercoat grey and it's just the right temperature for laying on the sofa under a quilt swearing at the crap on TV.
Went walkies at Point Clare last week. Off Brisbane Water Drive between the Point Clare roundabout and Fagans Park, down Collard Road, into Welwyn Avenue past Fairlight and left beside the underpass at the bottom of the street.
The cycleway goes from next to Woy Woy Wharf along the west side of Brisbane Water past Koolewong, Tascott, Point Clare, Fagans Bay and West Gosford and finishes in Gosford at the sailing club on Masons Parade. It's the route of the Woy Woy to Gosford Bay to Bay fun run and I'll be walking it again this year.
Just for pretty. A tree near the path.
Some people's gardens come right down to the path. With the backyards being so close to the path, resident dogs have plenty of cyclists and walkers to bark at all day.
That's Fagans Bay in the background.
The flowers I thought were rhododendrons but apparently they're not. I'm buggered if I know what they are then. I see the buggers everywhere and I've been calling them rhododendrons all this time.
These I know are bromeliads. One of the Dear Old Things downstairs has got a tiny greenhouse crammed to the brim with the buggers. Quite spectacular some of them are.
Okay. I'm going to settle down under the quilt and watch the Antiques Roadshow.