Last Friday I woke up in agony with my neck. Doctor sent me for a CT scan, couldn’t get in until yesterday at 4.30pm. He’s sending me to Bathurst now, when they call me back with an appointment to have a not too wonderful guided set of CT scan injections.
The builder finished his part of the job today and the plumber and electrician will complete by week’s end.
Bob is depressed and angry because we can’t seem to get the Winnebago fixed. We are stranded to all intents and purposes, although one of the residents came up and offered us her car to go to Mudgee. Wasn’t that nice?
That same lovely lady gave us the mosaic of the saxophone you see here as a house-warming present. The sax is mostly mirror chips, and the rest is tile pieces.
The screen was inspired by a wall of old pallets in a Rylstone cafe. We love it.