More downtime

Last night our ISP had some big problems. That’s right, for once it really WAS Internode and not Telstra. Stranger things have happened.

Anyway. This is just to say that if you couldn’t load our websites earlier, that’s probably why.

We have a new car.

Or it SEEMS like we have a new car anyway. Wednesday Darrin couldn’t get it started to go to work. The night before it had to be push started both times we needed it. So Wednesday morning we push started it and Darrin took it to the shop down the road, where they told us what we suspected already: the alternator was dead as a doornail. It must have been dying for weeks, because when the wipers went across, the radio would cut out for a second. And yesterday Darrin said other little problems (like the fuel gauge not reading properly in the morning, and the engine sputtering and/or dying at low RPM) seem to be fixed as well. Hooray.

Um, the cat beat me up…

We have two cats. And once the little one had been around for a few months, these two cats started to play together. And chase each other. And they do it even more now that we give them canned food once a day. And they were playing & chasing the other (early) morning while Darrin was reading before bed. Not easy to fall asleep in those circumstances, but somehow I managed to do it. And then I felt the claw in my face. By this time Darrin had finished reading & turned the lights off, so I couldn’t see who’d done it. We think it was Biscuit because of what I’m about to describe, and because when I woke up with this pain in my cheek he was right there going “Prrr?” So I was just gonna roll over and try to get back to sleep, when I felt the blood on my cheek. Great, just what I want at 2:30 am, having to get up out of my nice warm bed and clean my face off. Being a head wound it had bled all over the left side of my face, all the way down to my chin. And we’re not talking about one streak of blood either. So I cleaned it up to reveal a cut about 1/4 inch long (if that) right under my eye. Then later yesterday I noticed a bruise next to it. Pretty sure the little one couldn’t put enough force behind her paws to do that. Darrin’s theory is Calico ran across the head end of the bed, and Biscuit went to whack her, missed, and hit me instead.

Oh, and you know how when you’re half awake you don’t think properly? Maybe that explains why when I came back to bed I was trying to hide my face under the blankets because I believed “that cat is out to get me!”

Things I haven’t been asked in Australia

1. Upon entering a restaurant: “Smoking or non?” All restaurants are smoke-free, with the exception of pubs, but then it’s restricted to the bar area.

2. After stating smoking preference: “Would you like a table or a booth?” The only places that have booths here seem to be fast food shops. And ONE Fasta Pasta in Golden Grove.

3. Ordering from the menu: “Soup or salad?” Usually you get the whole meal together, and sometimes your meal comes with choice of salad or vegetables.

4. At the supermarket: “Paper or plastic?” I’ve been to ONE shop where they gave me a paper bag with my purchase, and it wasn’t a supermarket. The standard is plastic, unless you bring your own calico bags, which a lot of people do. South Australia is getting rid of the plastic bags entirely in the next few years; Kangaroo Island already has.

5. Also at the supermarket: “Do you want drive-up?” Hahaha. Supermarkets don’t have drive-up. Neither do banks. I haven’t even seen a drive-up ATM since I got here. The only places that have them are fast food places.

6. At a fast food place: “Do you want fries with that?” They’re called chips.