Decisions Decisions Decisions !

Since our retirement we have talked lots about the how, when, where and why we will do 'our trip'. You know ...the one you traditionally take  after retirement. As far as I am concerned the van thing is out. It's okay if you  want to leave home for an extented period of time and maybe 'live' somewhere but hey...we already live in paradice so why would we be wanting to stay anywhere else for more than what it takes to check the place out , see the sights, taste the wine, etc? Soooo... so far,  as of today we have agreed on something that we both like. Remember I am the one who is happy with a toothbrush in one pocket and change of knickers in the other and Tim...well lets just say he likes his creature comforts (lots of them). Just as an example he likes a fishing rod and all the tackle while I am happy with a cork real and two hooks! Anyway, at last we have at least landed and idea that we both can work on. Here's the rig so far.
A medium size 4WD
A small tinnie  25hp motor (we pack camping gear in that)
The idea is to hump our swags around lots of watering holes around the country. Thats a bit of us. Like the old times in our yachts (I refuse to go there again; been there done that) only this time on land. Actually Robert was conceived in Cardwell while we  fished the Hinchinbrook Channel  in a wee small tinnie...there will be none of that this time round!!
There are no photos yet but will leave your imagination to conjour up a picture till we get the rig together. Amazing what  reading the Saturday morning Bulletin can inspire sitting on the balconey with wonderland before us.

Klose Kall for Kez!

Tim said, "Lets clean the loft".
I said, "What for...there is very little up there these days."

Up goes the ladder, a different one, I might tell you, to the one I used last time I went up into the loft (3 years ago). "She'll be right", said Tim and I agreed as it was very long and I would be able to manage better. Mmmmmm! Scene was left till it cooled down ...an indoors activity planned for later.

While Tim and Sooty were off having their evening constitution up to the dam and back I thought  I would pop up and give it a sweep and get down the stuff we wanted.

Ladder secure. Mat under feet so we don't scratch the timber floor. Give it a shake and a push... the ladder not the mat! All seemed safe. I was approximately 3/4 the way to the top when ever so gracefully the ladder slid. It was like walking on an escalator in the opposite direction, you know, like when you were a kid!  Trouble is I am 56 now!

I looked down as the ladder was sliding and was thinking about how to land, fall, crash and what damage I was going to do to myself. Suddenly the floor was the furthest concern from my mind. Just as the end of the ladder reached the edge of the man hole ( woman  hole?) ...it stopped. Stuck on the edge  was a small plastic end cover thinggy that broke in half and went flying accross the space called loft. Stuck on the edge was crazy women in knickers and T.shirt hanging on for dear limb. Life was okay I summised but a ride in ambulance was sure to be the nights activity.

Tom was home. Thankfully he was just hanging around waiting to run to my assistance. Normally he'd be asleep by now, aircon  blasting just enough noise to dampen my calls for help.

After berating me for doing such a stupid thing without someone to hold the ladder and threatening  to leave me there and collect his inheritence early he then held the ladder steady while I  went up to finish what I started. Nothing like a bit of drama to finish off the day. Yep...Alive On the Edge!
Keeps the heart pumpin' clears out those arteries!

The ladder stuck on edge.

This is how far it slid.