We're on a rainy Bruce Highway, heading north with 2 hour old foccacia, fresh coffee (or tea in Bridge's case) and loud *loud* music. The sun has just set, leaving behind squid-ink clouds, and we have about 4 hours before we reach Bundaberg, where we're staying with friends tonight. We've already decided that this trip will be named the Súnas Health Retreat Weekend. Mannie is suffering serious chicken withdrawl, and keeps muttering "Damn you, Jamie Oliver, damn you to hell.."
The only thing I have to report so far is that Mannie already has the squirts with Bridge and Sair for them pointing out that he looks like a nodding dog when he drives. Mannie just blames it on the boogie.
Right, my turn to take the wheel for a spell...
Listening to "Wired" by Mike McGoldrick
Sent by iPhone from somewhere windswept & interesting
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