Up at 8am again, Jill suggested that we be at the hospital at 10am, as she had to be elsewhere then. We had no other plans this day. So we drove into Gateshead to see Dad. He wasn't doing well on the food front, having brought up his breakfast, and had forgot to put his oxygen back in and so wasn't feeling great. With the oxygen back in, he was happier, though still pale and weak. It was very hard saying goodbye, as this was the last time we were to see him on this trip.
We set off home, getting fuel in Warners Bay, and deciding to go to Glendale to get some luggage scales, some lunch, and look for some shoes for me. We got the scales from Dick Smith (having failed to get mechanical ones at Bunnings), some shoes for me, and some chicken skewers from Woollies (as well as a mountain of Tim Tams and cherry ripes).
Back at Coal Point, Christian barbecued the skewers and some corn on the cob while I made the salads, and we had a nice meal. I chose this afternoon to go through my camphor chest looking for trips to add to my blog (with moderate success), and we went through some photos. I sent Ange Sager a message to try and organise a chat, but didn't hear back from her. We then went down to the lake and Christian snorkelling while I read my book on the jetty. There were two young guys spear-fishing nearby, and I was a bit nervous about them reloading near us, and swimming by Christian, perchance thinking he was a large fish. And then they decided to use our jetty, so I asked them to go elsewhere.
I went for a quick dip, and then we hosed ourselves and our gear off headed back up to the house. We were the only ones home for the evening, so I got out some steaks for our dinner, which we had with hash browns and salad. After dinner, we watched some West Wing. Christian tried to hook up the laptop to the huge TV, but it wasn't having any of that. We had another reasonably early night.
We set off home, getting fuel in Warners Bay, and deciding to go to Glendale to get some luggage scales, some lunch, and look for some shoes for me. We got the scales from Dick Smith (having failed to get mechanical ones at Bunnings), some shoes for me, and some chicken skewers from Woollies (as well as a mountain of Tim Tams and cherry ripes).
Back at Coal Point, Christian barbecued the skewers and some corn on the cob while I made the salads, and we had a nice meal. I chose this afternoon to go through my camphor chest looking for trips to add to my blog (with moderate success), and we went through some photos. I sent Ange Sager a message to try and organise a chat, but didn't hear back from her. We then went down to the lake and Christian snorkelling while I read my book on the jetty. There were two young guys spear-fishing nearby, and I was a bit nervous about them reloading near us, and swimming by Christian, perchance thinking he was a large fish. And then they decided to use our jetty, so I asked them to go elsewhere.
I went for a quick dip, and then we hosed ourselves and our gear off headed back up to the house. We were the only ones home for the evening, so I got out some steaks for our dinner, which we had with hash browns and salad. After dinner, we watched some West Wing. Christian tried to hook up the laptop to the huge TV, but it wasn't having any of that. We had another reasonably early night.
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