Your host Paul, has launched into a new venture to start early June. It will be only part time, but very exciting and challenging. Please be assured that accommodation services will be maintained to the highest standard, or at least to the highest standard I am capable of, which is what you have been getting so far. My eldest daughter has volunteered me for a day care centre. She is returning to work as a nurse in accident and emergency after a lengthy period off with the feeble excuse of looking after her kids now aged 3 and 1 and a bit. So she has been lazing around, taking advantage of maternity leave with the occasional chore of washing an infant and feeding them now and again. I mean how hard can that be? And now she is back to the real world of gainful employment. I hope she can handle the pace and get back up to speed after the life of leisure she has been enjoying.
So I will be looking after them for a day or two to fill in the idle time I have operating a B&B. I intend to get these infants organised as soon as possible along the lines of Baron Von Trapp (Sound of Music). Get them used to a strict regime and able to obey every command in an instant. Eating and sleeping to a schedule, and saying ‘thank you’ at every opportunity. Shouldn’t be too hard, I’ve done it before, though memory is hazy and I don’t think it went quite like that, but I do have a much more developed brain and vastly more experience. What could possibly go wrong? A couple of infants with a proclivity for grovelling in mud, which I will quickly stop despite mud being freely available around the property, and a belief that every material is potential foodstuff will surely be easy to curtail. I will report back to you my successes and triumphs in child raising.
Henry at work
A couple of days ago I was chatting to a guest on the veranda, when his gaze went over my shoulder and I could see he wasn’t listening to a thing that I said. Don’t you hate it when that happens and you realise they haven’t the slightest interest in what you are saying? As I spluttered to a stop, he pointed behind me and there was a cassowary about 30m away. It was a juvenile looking a bit uncertain about its exploration of the world. It stayed around for a few minutes and I am pleased his family got to see it before it disappeared into the forest.
Also the platypus entertained the guests over the weekend just around Blackbean Cottage. I am pleased to say after a couple of years absence, they are now well ensconced in the pool next to the cottage. Tonight as I was having dinner of chicken satay with rice, homemade coleslaw and avocados stuffed with hommus (I’m sure you wanted to know that), I heard the GALUMPH GALUMPH of a wallaby hopping across the veranda. I’m used to the pitter-patter of tiny feet on a wooden floor, and it is usually possums, but the sound of a wallaby on a wooden floor is a magnitude louder. It paused for a moment at the entrance to the dining room before hopping across and under the table. Now you may consider this a bit wussy of me, but it was within a meter of my naked legs and feet and I couldn’t see it, so I moved. It scrambled for the exit.
Wish me luck in my new venture.
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