The Bleak Midwinter

Well I suppose it isn't really all that bleak on the whole, but the weather has certainly taken a turn for the chilly in the last couple of weeks. I haven't yet succumbed to the temptation to wear a scarf, gloves and hat in the office, but everyone here is very smug that I have finally started wearing long sleeves and jackets and the suchlike. At least it's raining though - it's nice to see the parks and stuff turning a little green, rather than drought brown as they have been (perhaps a nice suggestion for a dulux colour palette).

Not an awful lot of news to report from the Robinson house as usual. We are finding ourselves desperately skint at the minute - it's a costly business setting yourself up all over again. Bloody bloody Allied Pickfords have given us a wee rebate though, which is nice and will go some way to making my final payment to Reed for what I owe them for the privelege of being made redundant. However in typical Robinson style in order to combat the money blues we have booked ourselves a couple of touristy trips that we can't pay for. In a couple of weekends we'll be going to Toowoomba, above 130ks west of here. Don't know what prompted it to be honest - I just saw a travel type program about a lovely B&B there and decided we needed to go. It'll be nice to get out of the city at least, although I am assured it will be positively freeeeeezing there (the temperature may even reach SINGLE FIGURES PEOPLE).

Also we're going on a whale watching trip to Hervey Bay in August, to see some Humpbacks before the Japanese kill them all in the name of scientific research. I am so excited I could pee, so probably should not bang on about that too much as I am currently at work and peeing at my desk may be considered inappropriate.

This weekend we went to see Dame Edna Everage for a work paid jolly by Stu's company. It was a very nice do - champagne and canape reception and whatnot. We were all pretty concerned when we got our tickets that we were in rows A-C which implies front row, which is not necessarily a good thing in what would probably be an enforced audience participation show. Fortunately we were spared too much humiliation - unlike the poor soul who was hoiked up onto the stage and made to give up his Mum's phone number so Dame Edna could ring her up. Very amusing.

Ummmm.... not much else to tell. Other than - if you remember - there is a big building site over the road from our building, right in the line of fire of our view of the botanical gardens. Turns out that not only are they building there, but they are building the biggest bloody tower in Brisbane, twice as tall as everything else. Fab.