I have discovered that a thing called a ‘jet venturi’ is what has been holding up my cleanliness. It sounds like a race of martians (’Shhh, quiet! The Jet Venturi are on the march and can pick up the scent of human sweat at a range of three kilometres!’), however it’s actually a very necessary part of our water pump that has been missing. So now that this has been discovered, hopefully we will get our pump back tomorrow, and our one tap will have some pressure! M and I are feeling rather bereft, as our friends have deserted us for their own home back in Melbourne. We drove Dave to the bus yesterday in Noosa (and decided to take in the sights while we did so) - David treated us to a very awesome fish and chip lunch and then ice-creams; M and I felt like we were on a grand day out with our favourite uncle!

We waved a sad goodbye. David was very worried about who was going to sit next to him on the bus and the plane as he was (he volunteered this information, I did not choose to query him on it) rather aromatic after having a total of no showers in the two weeks he was here. We did swim a lot, so I suppose that counted for something. We drove home via the very pretty town of Pomona. Naturally had to top off a lovely day with a huge fight which left me storming through the streets where we live and M driving off to fume at the waters edge. Ah. It’s those kind of nights that you thank goodness you’ve moved into a house with a nicely appointed a spare bedroom. It makes for better reconciliations the next morning when you’ve both had a good nights sleep. When one person has had to slum it on the couch, I’m sure things don’t run nearly so smoothly.

Today was veg out day before getting stuck into renovating and doing all the work I haven’t been getting done in the last two weeks of general frivolity. We went back to our favourite beach, had a drink at the pub and then went to visit M’s mum, who we haven’t seen much of lately. About ten years ago she was a very keen caravanner and camper, who drove all over Australia with a little boat on the roof and a little four wheel drive on a trailer behind. Anyway, now at the age of 82, decent blokes are bit scarce, so when she saw an old bloke driving down the main street of Hervey Bay towing a well travelled looking caravan, she gave immediate chase. Hee hee. She didn’t catch him - don’t know whether that’s good or bad.