Hello, me again, Mouse.
Mum wanted to take over and write this post herself. Imagine! Anarchy would reign. Travel posts are Always Mine and the Staff should remember that they are Staff and not Top Dog. I suppose in the interests of domestic harmony and Staff contentment I should convey what she was trying in her feeble way to say… So, here’s what we got up to yesterday.
It was a day of rest for all of us. Meals were of course served on time, and the walkies rituals observed, but I let them do their own thing apart from that. The result was that Dad wanted to visit somewhere to buy a new higher tow hitch and Mum wanted to visit somewhere to buy fabric. And we spent hours doing it. Well, OK, I exaggerate slightly (Surely not? – Mum. Enough of your cheek – Mouse). Dad was in the shop for 15 minutes. Mum was in her shop for 20 minutes, and apparently it’s “Epic, 4 big rooms of racks of fabric and an amazing work room where they do the quilt classes” (see below).
The rest of the time was driving. They thought it’d be fun to come back via the Gold Coast Highway, along the coastal strip, instead of the Pacific Motorway. As Dad said later “We’ve done that once, we don’t need to do it again”. And Mum agreed. The Gold Coast is an extraordinary place, but none of us would like to live there, even if we were millionaires.
So. Dad was unsuccessful in his shopping. Mum wasn’t. She was looking for fabrics for her other niece’s quilt, and I must say, I rather like the fabrics she selected, which are on the darker side of the colour scale. Rather like myself… She wants me to tell you that the dark shot fabrics are by Reece Scannell, and both are packs of 10 pieces of 20 x 20cm (about 8 inches). The Jelly Roll strips are Victorian Textiles batik strips, and each pack contains 40 pieces of 2½ x 44 inches. If you love art textiles, do go over to the Reece Scannell website, there are some absolutely beautiful things to drool over. OK, enough Mum-speak, I’m quite zorsted by all this excitement over bits of cloth.
We came home, the Staff had lunch and then we all had a nice nap, even Mum. And then, horrors! A massive thunderstorm!
(We’re the blue dot on this map). I absolutely hate thunder. (This is a major understatement, which is unlike my Lord and Master. He’s frankly terrified, he shakes and drools and paces. The only good thing was that we were in the caravan, I’d brought his Thunder Shirt, and lots of reassuring and back rubbing and talking to him kept him from bouncing off the walls – Mum). The Staff were helpful, and fortunately it didn’t last more than a couple of hours, but I was very, very zorsted after that.
Today, we’re going up to Mooloolaba to see Uncle Kev and Aunty Chrissy. Dad has located somewhere for brunch that looks promising, apparently, and is doggo-friendly. I hope there will be some sampling available, unless chilli is involved. Mum says she doesn’t really feel she’s on holiday yet as there has been No Meat Pie. I’m afraid I second that emotion. Ham sandwiches are all very well, but a meat pie is Proper Food.
Let’s wait and see. I can always make my feelings known in the car if necessary, heheheh