This morning, I shot 491 in "standard pistol". The weather has been fantastic, so Jenny and I rode to Gundaroo on the GS. We drank Zeeholtz (pale ale and draught) and ate beer-battered chips at the Royal Hotel.
Steve, recently returned from Dunedin, helped us finish what little imitation Hoegaarden remained after Friday's Singstar evening. Steve went down in Scrabble but I know that he was playing his usual game and holding out for particular words with impact.
I selected a piece of Queensland coal that had been shipped to me by Scotty and prepared to incinerate it.
A little kerosene and I was in business. Wood burns well and so does coal. Honeycomb burns really well! (No bees were harmed).
4 comments:
glad the bees are gone!
Um... why were you burning the coal? Or is it one of those male pyromania things that I'll never understand? :P
Hi Katie, the coal was a gift.
How romantic!
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