I actually blame Sean (when don't I) he supposedly helped me the last time, so as he's the technical master it surely has to be his fault?
It took me back to my art exam when I was 13, we had a double lesson of 1 hour 10 minutes to draw anything, absolutely anything. So I pondered this and from recollection I tried doodling several things probably hearts and flowers as that's my limit. But then I had the old light bulb moment, I drew around my ruler and my rubber, TA DAH. My friend seeing my genius idea copied me and also drew around said ruler and rubber. The end result I was given 1% and she was give 3% not that I'm bitter about this but the only reason why she got 3%..... she wrote the numbers on her ruler. How wrong is that. Isn't art supposed to be all about self expression and how you see an object? Well that's how I saw my ruler, blank, uninspiring and plain. Clearly the teacher thought so too. I vaguely remember having a telling off for "wasting a double lesson drawing around 2 objects" I bet Picasso never got told off for time wasting.
So I'll keep you posted how this week's job offer turn out.
I also should be preparing for work I have to take a client out which surprise surprise no one else will "he's just a little quirky" yeah right. Yesterday I was called to the office (I did think it may have been due to my staff survey questionnaire, are they really anonymous, I really hope so) but no it was because one of my clients has declared his undying love to me on 2 sides of A4, I'm actually surprised he had so much to say. I couldn't read much of it as it was such tiny scrawl only the bits he's written in capitals I LOVE YOU. Hmm, euuugh, sigh and oh god. So now when I see him I have to wear dark glasses so he can't see my "lovely eyes" I'm growing a beard (not sure how but I'm on a Russian site as I type looking for some special tablets) to hide my "beautiful smile" and also I must never laugh in his presence. It's gonna be tough as he's a 4 hour visit every week but I think i can manage it. I thought I'd made it clear last visit the purpose of the visit, clearly "I'm here to help you gain independence was code for fall in love with me" oh blimey.
I'm digressing, I always thinks there's not much to tell you but then when I start my brain is like Usain Bolt, it goes a million miles an hour. Just wish my fingers could keep up.
Now you're all expecting some kind of hysterical story otherwise why would you be reading this?! This is cracker of a story. Debated writing about it as it actually wasn't funny but now looking back and everyone's calmed down it kinda is.
We and 7 friends went camping last weekend, I'm going to skip the parts about it being like the movie "the hangover" as that's not the story this time. Our friends bought with them their Dutch friend who is here visiting them for 4 weeks. The first night he sat staring at the camp fire and did NOT utter a word, I think the fact that 6 bottles of wine, 1 bottle of bubbles and 2 1/2 litres of gin were consumed oh and a few beers and a bit of vodka so there were a lot of raised voices and conversations that perhaps are best kept secret. To say the conversations were interesting is an understatement. Several bloopers later mainly by me which I'm not declaring or what my friend was screaming out as she wanted chips (aka crisps to us normal people). So here's the picture he was a very quiet man......
Sunday morning came and this friend decided to take himself off on a 4km bush walk. Left at 12 midday and arrived back at 9am Monday morning. Yes I know you're doing the maths and you have the frown when you're saying to yourself "what, 4km's in 21 hours" those of you working out the miles its 2.48.
It got to 5pm and those of us left at camp were beginning to think he's been a long time. By 6pm he's been a very long time. By 6.30pm police called and informed of his mysterious disappearance. 7pm, police arrive, should point out there's no signal on the campsite so we had to wander around the beach holding our phones in the air like we're at some Justin Beiber concert and wait for those magical bars to appear then grow 8 feet tall so the phone doesn't' loose signal.
Sean and I were no help to the police on account that we didn't know this guy, Sean was too busy taking photos of the flashing lights I was too busy well too busy just being me really.
Mountain rescuers were dispatched and police rescuers, SES (State Emergency Services) also dispatched and tension grew and the camp site became very sombre. We could hear the sirens in the bush and them calling his name, the idea behind the sirens were that he would hear them and call back, case closed all good. Only he didn't. They had to stop searching at 11pm for their own safety and then resumed at 6am the following morning. At 12.30 am a police man came over carrying his hat...... asked "is this his hat" you could hear the thud our friends hearts fall, yes it was his hat.
It was a long night to say the least and one I will not forget for 2 reasons. 1 being this and the other I was bitten several million times by a nasty mosquito after practically spraying a whole can of bushman's on me which by the way is supposed to stop a shark dead in it's track it's that strong. But no, not for poor me. I look like a walking dot to dot. Sigh.
Back to the missing man, he eventually was found walking through the bush and straight into one of the rescuers. This is what happened, he made the bush walk to the mountain and found the path to the beach, but instead of walking to Pretty Beach where we were camped he started walking to Pebbly Beach. Got cut off by the tide and decided to make a shelter and do the sensible thing and sleep on the beach. (he also was eaten alive by sand flies) he then in the morning after realising all night that Sean and our friend weren't on their white stallions to come get him, used his camera to zoom in to the part of the cliff that had the rope bridge that he used to climb down in the first place, got back to here and came back up the ladder back to the bush track and hooray found a happy smiling ironically enough Dutch rescuer.
Feeling very sorry for himself he was allowed to have a cup of tea and some breakfast before having to change his flat tyre on his hire car and then as a special thank you to Australia for letting him sleep on the beach on the way home he killed a kangaroo with his car!!!
Now these are the friends that last time we went away with them the shark copter was flying above us whilst on the beach and also the same ones that had the unfortunate encounter with the stone fish. Now I'm not saying they're jinxed or anything but next time "we're busy"!!!
Thats all folks till next time.
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