We popped into one of the only two bars (well it's actually a hotel /bar/bookie/bottle shop and our mate greg the grog works in all four) in Tuggerah where San ordered a heineken, at the end of the bar we heard an aussie accent slur the word "Yeeeaaaarrrgh." We looked round to see a heavily built tattooed aussie bloke. He pointed over "Great beer that..." we nodded politely - anyone over 15 will tell you it's not "...and i should know because i'm dutch."
Obviously as Dutch as Irish Lance from san Diego.
What is wrong with everyone? Why can't anyone admit to where they are from anymore?
Anyway, the weather took a bit of a nose dive and went into full scale rain with thunder and fork lightning for a few days so we have been dodging the showers. Sandra insisted on getting her picture taken alongside this flower in a local garden for the blind on two consective days, on the third the flower had been mysteriously nicked so i wasn't looking to picking up the disposable camera pictures today incase she was in the frame. I'll have to check her suitcase...
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