We wake up, well, whenever we feel like it, but surprisingly enough it's not past noon everyday.
Tea and crumpets for brekky on the back veranda as we watch the rainbow lorikeets squawk at each other over food. Brisbane talk radio can be heard in the background. Brady tries vegemite and pretends she likes it, but really, it's gross. Who thought it was a good idea to take the yeast waste from the beer-making process and create a dark brown paste to spread on toast? Every now and then the lorikeets will fly into the kitchen and perch on our arm. Brady pulled a muscle in her leg running from them, but we'd soon learn that they were harmless and quite friendly. Brisbane is full of hills so we lace up the hiking boots and walk up and down them for an hour or so to continue training. Shower time; remember, only four minutes. Now it's lunchtime. We contemplate eating a meat pie because they are just that good. Sometimes we resist temptation, but more times than not, it's just not worth spending money on anything else.
We walk to the city from Paddington (about 45 minutes) and window shop since there is no possible way we can fit anything else into our backpacks. The sun sets a few minutes before 5 pm, which is quite annoying. Back to the house to play with Ikie, the Hampton's cocker spaniel, while we wait for another amazing home-cooked meal. Moroccan beef, roast lamb, herb-crusted chicken, wontons, laksa...the list goes on. We've truly been spoiled. At 7pm Brady's alarm goes off to remind her that the Aussie soap,
Home and Away, is coming on. We can't miss it; it's become an addiction, or routine, rather. The whole family gathers around the TV to watch what happens next...drama, drama, drama, but it's great. Then, the rest of the night's plans are up in the air. I guess you can say it depends what's on special or how early we have to wake up the next day.
We wake up, well, whenever we feel like it, but surprisingly enough it's not past noon everyday. 
Tea and crumpets for brekky on the back veranda as we watch the rainbow lorikeets squawk at each other over food. Brisbane talk radio can be heard in the background. Brady tries vegemite and pretends she likes it, but really, it's gross. Who thought it was a good idea to take the yeast waste from the beer-making process and create a dark brown paste to spread on toast? Every now and then the lorikeets will fly into the kitchen and perch on our arm. Brady pulled a muscle in her leg running from them, but we'd soon learn that they were harmless and quite friendly. Brisbane is full of hills so we lace up the hiking boots and walk up and down them for an hour or so to continue training. Shower time; remember, only four minutes. Now it's lunchtime. We contemplate eating a meat pie because they are just that good. Sometimes we resist temptation, but more times than not, it's just not worth spending money on anything else. 
We walk to the city from Paddington (about 45 minutes) and window shop since there is no possible way we can fit anything else into our backpacks. The sun sets a few minutes before 5 pm, which is quite annoying. Back to the house to play with Ikie, the Hampton's cocker spaniel, while we wait for another amazing home-cooked meal. Moroccan beef, roast lamb, herb-crusted chicken, wontons, laksa...the list goes on. We've truly been spoiled. At 7pm Brady's alarm goes off to remind her that the Aussie soap, Home and Away, is coming on. We can't miss it; it's become an addiction, or routine, rather. The whole family gathers around the TV to watch what happens next...drama, drama, drama, but it's great. Then, the rest of the night's plans are up in the air. I guess you can say it depends what's on special or how early we have to wake up the next day.
2 comments:
Girls,
Looks like ya'll have had such an amazing time!! Beautiful pictures and great blogs. I am so sorry you have been out of the country, missing out on all the exciting events here- i.e. Paris being released from jail, HUGE. clearly, big news here. Pleaseee be safe and continue having a great time!
soo i was reading your blog when i hear from behind "those birds should be shot!!!!" - i was then informed that they are "vermin" in western australia and "those pretty little lorrikeets take up all the breeding and feeding resources of local birds" yada yada... i think he thought i had taken the picture and was emailing friends. i quickly assured him the bird is safely in queensland and not to worry!
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