The view from the top of a mountain of batteries

After cyclone Yasi became big news in Queensland, people here started up on the excited discussions of whether it would get to us. I thought this was a pointless discussion since we are so far away from where the cyclone was, but that didn't stop excitable people stocking up big on batteries and tinned sausages. What we did get were impressive storm clouds one morning, which unfortunately for those with six cases of tinned sausages and a small mountain of batteries, flew right over us in about half an hour.
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Oh well, I am sure those tinned sausages will keep.
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Apart from a complete fizzer of a storm that was supposed to be the talk of the town (we don't have a cinema), there is no excitement here whatsoever. One of the guys at work caught a fish, and it clearly involved quite a struggle given how long it took to convey the story. I thought it was pretty lucky he wasn't hunting something like a whale or an ostrich otherwise we might still be there now.

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So before the camping season starts and I am regaled with exciting stories about sleeping with a rock in the middle of your back and getting eaten alive by sand flies while having a marvelous time sleeping under canvas, I have decided its time to leave town. Oh yeah, and I drew a picture of Jack....