A balmy Queensland breeze was blowing out of the south-east, relieving the sweltering heat of the day that had been… . Okay, stop, that’s enough of the romanticised BS version…
An enormous bloody great industrial fan, that Dad bought from Bunnings for 99 bucks, (quite the bargain apparently), which by the way makes about the same amount of noise as a small aircraft preparing for take off. This is strategically placed in the dining room doorway to encourage the cooler air inside, where per chance the bleedin’ sliding screen door has recently become estranged from its tracks. Sadly, this may be permanent!
This is now allowing all manner of insect life into the Old Queenslander, (assuming they make it past the propeller blades of the giant industrial fan).
So now when sitting in the dining room if you have hair, which most people do, then you need either a shower cap, a hair net or a headband of some description, to keep your hair out of your eyes and mouth while you eat and speak, because there is a 40 knot wind howling past your head.
Then of course there is the issue of communication. If you want to talk to someone more than 5 cm from your face, you best get shouting, because otherwise they are not going to be hearing you. Now this is also dependant on whether you are upwind or downwind of the bloody great fan. And please, in the name of all things holy, if you are downwind, monitor your saliva!
And it doesn’t stop there either… When you’re on your phone the background noise from the fan when you’re on a hands free call, is apparently so distracting people can’t understand a single word you say. Not that it's much better face-to-face.
Now don’t get me wrong, I would not even consider for a moment turning the big mother off! Why you ask? Because it’s hot! In fact I’d go so far as to say ‘It’s damn hot’. So while my hair and skin are experiencing wind burn, and biscuits have been seen to blow right off the afternoon tea table, it does provide the best available relief in the current weather conditions.
"This is Australia" as GANGgajang so elegantly put it (or Queensland in our case) we don’t stop doing stuff just because its, well, hot.
So anyway, I had a friend over to give her a hand learning the ropes on Steemit (not sure I’m the best option, but she’s stuck with me). You will meet her soon (I hope) 
And indeed
We all thought no more of that post. We chatted, messed about on Steemit had a Pepsi Max or 3 and shouted over the bloody great fan. Then
My tutorial with
While I was preparing dinner, I got a phone call from
After a little bit of deep breathing for both of us, and some unscrambling of the message I got to the bottom of the communication. Poor
She made it home, but apparently the hurling had continued unabated ever since. Clearly the kids shared their bug with Mummy. It was bound to happen! I had mentioned to her that my GP gave me a medication for severe vomiting, (a wafer) but nothing like a biscuit. When you can’t keep anything down these are fantastic, because you don’t have to swallow them, you just pop them under your tongue and they dissolve. Bingo no more upchucking .
So while Mr
I pretty much threw dinner on the table for
I rocked up to
I wound down my window, and leaning back, passed out the box of wafers and reminded Miss 12 to have
I made brief enquiries as to everyone's condition from Miss 12, albeit at arm’s length, just as Mr
Having satisfied myself that death was probably not imminent for anyone, I rolled up my window and bolted home again, to find Dad and
Post dinner, coffee and some really good nougat, a little more Steemit was achieved, until quite a late evening, when with the industrial fan from Bunnings still blowing away, we adjourned to regroup yet another day… Actually, Monday.
And that folks believe it or not is a fairly typical evening at chateau Aussiesteem... Never a dull moment and we wouldn't have it any other way.
Thanks for reading…
Steem on!
