As I was invited to some friends' place for Tuesday, I proceeded to cook up a chicken liver paté, mix up a batch of blissies - my lumps of bliss - and concoct yet another variation of seed loaf.
Having substituted the usual rice flakes with quinoa flakes, I couldn't be too certain that the loaf was fit to take along to the party. The only way to tell was to try a little bit. Luckily, it was just right and I didn't have to make another loaf overnight.
Unluckily, however, I broke a tooth in the process. It'll have to be dealt with next week.
Tuesday morning, we went for an early walk at the nearby beach before getting ready and heading off to catch the Bruny Island ferry.
It felt like going on a holiday - overseas :-)
The dogs were allowed to come too, so there were three of us very excited about the outing.
It was a fabulous get together with eight very dear and lovely people. Cameo and Teepee were even allowed inside the house and managed to win everybody's heart.
One of our friends brought along a whole bucketful of gooseberries from their garden to share around.
What am I going to do with them, I hear you ask. Well, eat them, of course! I made a start on the way home on the ferry already.
Our gracious hostess dug up some lobelias for me as well. It was like Christmas.
Going back to the ferry, I took the scenic route. Despite the overcast weather, the scenery was still worth taking a couple of photos of.
What a wonderful day it had been!
I arrived home so elated that even the sight of my mangled letterbox setup couldn't dampen my spirits.
Funnily enough, I had seen a car with a big V-groove in the front limping into Cygnet.
My neighbour confirmed that had indeed been the car - some back packers who were in the area for the Folk Festival.
There was another reason why I was so elated and happy: The prospect of the arrival of my container full of belongings on Wednesday.
However, things don't always turn out the way we expect them to. It started to rain heavily in the evening and kept going all night. There must have also been a fair bit of wind, for this morning there was a lot of debris about.
A phone call from the removalist revealed that the Bass Strait had not been all smooth sailing last night and whilst my container had made it to Tasmania, it had missed the train to Hobart. Now we're hoping it will happen on Friday. Fingers crossed.
I was not terribly upset about the change of plans as the rain and wind continued all day. It would have been a nightmare trying to handle furniture and boxes. The weather forecast for Friday looks a lot better than today.
We went to the beach early this morning, wearing rubber boots and raincoat, because my car was booked to go to the garage for service.
When my mechanic gave me a lift home, he told me the car that had hit my letterbox was now a the panel beaters' in town. It's a small world.
I have just had the first sample of my ice cream. It is quite delicious.
