well not really homesick, but away from home. spent a week supervising drilling in the riverland. nice spot. their limestone aquifer is confined. nice coarse sands at ~15-25m. shame the about the super high salinities.
how often can you say ‘dry as a nun’ before it stops being funny? not enough. my arms are even a little browner. and haunted! the homestead that is. enough to make me believe in things i never believed in before, and go stay in the pub. i got to drive a car with a flashing light though. swings and roundabouts.
how resilient are broad beans? resilient as fuck! these went in last summer, and while nothing grew in winter, and all that was there was blown over and washed out, broad beans survived to give me a couple of tasty bowls of mock bbc. tuff!
this post needs a video too. this came on my ipod flying home this morning.
stayed with my parents last weekend. how funny is my dad? they were watching a bbc bio-drama thing about jane austen. i was in the other room reading old peanuts comics. dad came in and had a look through the world book encyclopedia, then went back and told mum “she dies pretty soon, so it won’t go for much longer.” !
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