A dark & coldy night . . .

It's my turn to blog noi :) I'm bouncing around in the back of the van with Bridgey. This is through no fault of Mannie's, he's a very safe driver. It's the bloody roads! They seem to get worse the further north we go. So we're coming up to Maryborough now, and my backside has pretty much upped and left. Yay, break time! Back soon . . . ok, on the road again. Paul insists on having the window open & we're all freezing. Bridget is camped under my blanket & Mannie has been grumbling since Brisbane, so he's just stopped the van, rummaged around the back and come back wearing an All Blacks beanie. He looks like a Belfast thug! Ok, now he's pulled it off and decided to pump up his tyres. Maybe it'll look a bit suspicious :) Paul has taken this opportunity to clean the windscreen with the beanie :) Back on the road. Again. Mannie went to turn in the direction of Brisbane, leading Paul to say, 'Left, Mannie!' because left is the way the iPhone told us to go. About an hour ago the boys were geeking out to a Ricky Gervais podcast (thanks to the everpresent iPhone!), while Bridge & I turned on the iPods (listening to Eliza Carthy & Kathryn Tickell respectively). There really isn't much chance of resting back here, which is annoying as we desperately need it. It's been a long week. I think I'll settle in with some Lior and see where it takes me :) Til later, Sairey.