Four Seasons in one day!

Melbourne people love to talk about the weather!! Every patient I see starts the conversation with how cold it is, how their joints are sore because it's so chilly blah blah blah. It's 15C outside, not -7! This morning, it's 10am on Saturday and it's a clear blue sky with the sun shining. At last, some sunshine! A much better day to play netball compared to the washout two weeks ago. It was -3 in Canberra this morning according to the dreadful morning tv that is on in the background so for that reason alone I'm glad I'm in Melbourne!

On the tv theme, the only worthwhile thing watching at the moment is The Footy Show (AFL mad but really quite funny) and Masterchef - Marion got voted off! (Of course this will probably not mean anything to you guys back home but let me tell you it was a shocker) Masterchef inspired Bob to poach his eggs in clingfilm and inspired me to try and do some more cooking. However, when I did attempt to make pancakes the other morning, not only did I burn the pancake to a crisp, I managed to melt the fishslice and burn my finger. All in all, another culinary disaster to write home about. Will try again!

It's all go here with the General Election about to be called. No one likes Tony Abbott because he's not interested in economics and he's got big ears so I think Julia Gillard might win. She really does look like Tilda Swinton....

The past week in Warragul has been good fun although Lemsip have been bought in bulk! Now recovering from the worst, hurrah. Bob is off playing golf this morning in the medal competition although the fact that i had to massage his arms and back before he got out of bed does not bode well for the golf swing! Think the boxing has a lot to answer for. He is playing golf tomorrow too with Brad (my boss Helen's hubby) and an Irishman Baz (long story - Baz's wife sits next to Bec at work) and Baz's Scottish mate who has no name at the moment! Will be good if he can meet some golfers as the last competition he played in, he went round the course with two 80 year old men and had a cup of tea and a biscuit afterwards. Nice, but not as good as a cold beer! Bob is certainly missing the Open that's on at the moment - think this is the first time he's not been able to catch up with it on the telly so I'm sure he'll be up at the golf course just now begging for some Sky Sports action. McIlroy to win apparently!

Today Dusties play Bunyip at home. The sun is out, we're 5th in the league and Bunyip are 10th so hopefully we shall win. Social night in the clubhouse afterwards, pizza and Minute to Win It games for example ping down empty cans with an elastic band, and pick up assorted heights of cardboard box with your teeth. You get the picture! Sillyness at it's best. My Scottish accent is still the cause of much hilarity with the netball girls - apparently me saying 'I'm off to get a cup of tea and a Crunchie' was the funniest thing ever and resulted in them all repeating this phrase parrot fashion for the next half hour. There is only so long you can smile and nod until you want to throw something at their heads!! If I could only do an Ozzie accent in return, I would get my revenge. The only thing I can manage well is '30 bucks' for some reason and I sound a bit ridiculous even saying that - must get practicing.

Work is going well. I'm treating an Aberdonian man at the moment - last week we had a rather unproductive treatment session but we both had a good chuckle with the Billy Connolly jokes, particularly the Incontence man tying his pants on round the ankles. Another good one - Archie and Jock talking about Archie's up and coming wedding, flowers check, cars check, photographer check, church check. 'So Archie, what colour's your tartan?' ' I would hope white!' says Archie. Hilarious. Park your bike and never trust a fart. Need I go on???

Although I did treat him again yesterday and he told me a rather interesting story. Like me, he's cynical about these psychic fortuneteller type people but about 20 years ago he went to see this 'world famous' woman for some predictions about his future. She told him he was married with a boy and a girl, even though he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. She told him his son was being a right pain in the neck, which at the time he was. She also said that he would have problems with drugs and that he would overdose, although he couldn't overdose more than 3 times. Turns out sadly his son was a morphine addict, he overdosed 3 times and was saved in hospital each time. He overdosed a 4th time and died unfortunately. Spooky eh? But the most relevant thing she said (for me anyway!) was that he would have problems with his sciatic nerve and that he was to tell the medical people that it was definitely his sciatic nerve even though they may not think it is. So even though I don't think he has a problem with his sciatic nerve, I'm treating it anyway!!!!!!!! Clinical reasoning has gone out of the window but hey, he's getting better so not to worry.

Blabbing on and on, I could just waffle for days.....what else has been happening? We are still trying to find a car, although Bob is quite keen to buy a van and kit it out as a campervan for when we finish work in 10 months. We are hunting on Gumtree and have found a few vans that look great and are already kitted out, so we'll be able to head off for weekends on the cheap! First stop Mornington Peninsula we think, there are hot springs down there and lots of golf courses so sounds perfect! Might wait until it heats up a bit though.

I've also gone blonde!! Not really, but thought I'd get some highlights done, photos to follow. I came all this way for an Australian haircut and I get Debbie from Lancashire! Ah well, we had a good chat.

Last night, Bob and I went out for dinner....no, not to the Thai, but to Chambers, the wine bar down the street. It was love-lee. Wild Dog Shiraz, prawn and bug linguine, lamb with pea and pumpkin, duck confit, fat chips, chocolate plate for one (yum) and Eton mess. We'll be back!

Think that's all the news from Down Under. Love to you all back home x x x x