Watching Kirstie and Phil this morning in Relocation, Relocation, they kept talking about pre-renovation hovels being a blank canvas for prospective home decorators. I took them to task, thinking that a ‘blank canvas’ was starting from nothing whereas a hovel always has something to start with.
Which leads me quite nicely into the fact that my camera died this afternoon. I’m hoping it’s just the lithium battery which I was unaware it used, because this can be replaced (though I didn’t have a lot of luck at Glenorie), otherwise I’ll have to buy another camera. The only reason I mention this is because I’ve grown quite used to including images in my blog posts but, sadly, will have stop for a bit.
Apart from the camera dying, we took a lovely long drive today before visiting Claire in the hospital. Our drive took us all around Pitt Town (named after William Pitt, the Younger, the Prime Minister), Ebenezer and Maroota. We had a ride across the car ferry at Sackville and enjoyed lots of Australian bush.
We popped into the pub in Pitt Town and Mirinda had a cider. She was shocked that they served cider. In fact, according to one of the pub’s regulars, the pub sold more cider than beer! They had many sorts, including a nice Tasmanian cider called Mercury. Mirinda said it was very nice. Obviously I had a beer.