After living in Australia for 2 years and 8 months, I have heard more hilarious and bizarre sayings than I ever thought possible.
After I’d rattled off some ideas I’d been pondering, an Aussie looked at me and said: “You’re crazier than a fart in a bottle!”
When I asked an Aussie to add one more package to the armload they were already carrying they replied, “Why don’t you stick a broom up me arse and I’ll sweep the steps on my way down!”
Once an Aussie was carrying a grocery bag for me that fell apart and they called back over their shoulder, ““babe, your bag is split from asshole to breakfast!”
I don’t know where in tarnation they come up with these sayings, but they sure make me laugh.
It’s something I hear most often on gorgeous days when I run into good male friends. After hugs and kisses I’ll ask, “How are you?” And they lean back, hands in pockets and say, “Ahhh, wouldn’t be dead for quids, mate.” I’ve never heard a female reply this way, so it must be a distinctly bloke-ish response.
I love it. It gives me a warm, life-IS-rather-good-isn’t-it feeling.
Bear and I have been going through some rough times lately dealing with scary health issues that are stressful and send life topsy-turvy. We’ve been trying to be brave and strong for ourselves and each other and that is always exhausting. We were in dire need of a break so we set Wednesday aside as a Fun Day.
I woke up waaaay before the sun to feed and water all the animals by flashlight so we didn’t need to worry about getting home early. It was wicked cold out here, but worth it for the peace of mind. When I was done, Bear had a cuppa waiting to warm me up and then we were off to town.
We started with breakfast where we ran into dear friends and had a good ol’ chat before they had to dash off to work. We found a warm, sunny table and lingered over coffees and hashbrowns and flapjacks. Mmm. On Fun Days you really need to eat comfort food.
Thus fortified we started our adventures. Everywhere we went was positively brimming with treasures!
The markets had tomatoes, apples, lemons and limes for only a few dollars a box. I’m dreaming of homemade ketchup, apple cider, and limoncello. The grocery store had wonderful copper pots on sale to replace my battered and ancient thin-bottomed stainless steel ones. Hooray!!! Also on sale were polka-dotted gumboots (yippee!!) and an oh-so-cozy winter coat. I’m all set for winter on the farm.
We went to the Pig and Calf sale – a fabulous country auction that has the best people-watching around. There we ran into more dear friends and we chatted happily, checked out their new sheep, and made plans for home-brewing out at our place. Bear and I picked out the auction items we wanted and took turns bidding against canny farmers from miles around. It was wicked fun and we scored great deals. Then we were off to the Dump Shop where we found even more treasures! Our trailer was filled to bursting by the time we were done, and Bear and I were beaming from all the fun of the hunt.
On our way home we stopped at the home of our Hungarian friends for a cuppa and a chat, soaking up the last lusciously warming rays of sun before the icy winds started. It was so good to get caught up, laugh hard at our latest shenanigans, and share slices of fresh-out-of-the-oven bread slathered with butter. Oma gave me 6 fertile duck eggs to put in our incubator and I’m so excited about the possibility of ducklings next month.
We finally got home as the sun was setting: cold, tired, but happy.