Home From AirportWell, first things first, let's get home from the airport. The first thing I'm going to do is show you the car that Michelle bought while she was out here on her own. This was my ride home.

I was so proud of Michelle for getting a car that mean business, it is tough and mighty, a car that is worthy of the mighty Batfink himself (well look him up then). I think Michelle might have realised what I would think of the car and the fact that I would want to drive it more than she would, so she had bought a couple of Ian deterrents, in the shape of Pink Panther seat covers and seat belt restraints.
Can you see the corrugated roofs in the background? well about two thirds of houses are capped like this, tiles are quite rare, not sure why yet, may be a cost thing.
Gets home from the airport at about 4:30 in the morning to a house full of boxes and furniture, the household goods from England had beat me to it.
I went to bed quite quickly and awoke even quicker, I think I had about 2 hours sleep. as everyone else in the house was asleep, I thought I might watch some TV. In Australia, the appliances seem to have a mind of their own, before you think it, NO this does not make them my intellectual superior. The washing machine for example starts up with several loud beeps and then, when you start to wash, it plays a tune. The damn thing actually makes music while you're washing. WHY?? it doesn't make sense. It's not even a nice tune and it sounds like a loud digital watch from the seventies, remember the LCD alarm watches with melody alarm? OK perhaps I'm rambling a bit, but that is what it sounded like. Any way the TV has a similar "feature", I say feature in inverted commas because I am trying to get my head around what the hell were they thinking when the designers came up with the idea of the TV starting up with a reveille
DA DA DA DA DA DAAAAA. I think the idea was that if you turned on the telly in the morning it would wake the whole house up. Any way my hearty congratulations to the designers, that is exactly what happened, first response was Michelle, with a hearty, "Turn that bloody telly off."
I'm not going to go into too much detail about the everything else that happened that week, as the bulk of it was pretty similar to what happens for everyone, every week, anywhere such as going to the shop, remembering that you forgot something once you've started to unpack the shopping, arguing about whose fault it was that Michelle forgot.
The first couple of days were unseasonably hot, hovering around 38 Celsius, that is just over 100 Fahrenheit for you folk still dealing in bushels and measuring the speed of light in furlongs per fortnight. That is quite a change from having to wrap up warm to get to work because the car doesn't warm up for the first 5 miles, to having to dress down because the air conditioning doesn't get cold enough by the time you have reached the shops. However this is one discomfort I'm prepared to tolerate.
Obligatory picture from King's Park

apparently it is the law that if you visit Perth, you have to take a picture from this vantage point in King's Park. Just to prove a point have a look at Google images and type in King's Park Perth and see how many pictures there are which are very similar.
The final thing I'm going to describe today is an event that happened whilst out shopping. The fact that the temperature was so high made it difficult for Deanna to sleep as her bedroom faces the sun through the day. We talked about this and as a pair of grown adults we came to the decision that it would be in the interests of everyone if we went and bought another air conditioning unit, The conversation went something like this:
Michelle: Ian we need to buy another air conditioning unit
Ian: OK dear
So off we trundled to have a look round a few shops. I like this because it gives me a chance to practice my English Toff accent, Now the Australians are a bit like the Americans in some respects, but the respect I'm interested in today is the fact that they are rubbish at accents, they have a fine accent of their own, which is unique in the world. I start off in an upper class accent, then my accent wanders around the English counties, swerving from East end of London to Geordie at the drop of a hat, I visit Scotland, Yorkshire and even over the hills into lancashire. I then end up talking in the worst possible welsh accent which to an untrained ear sounds very like a Pakistani accent. In truth it doesn't matter if the ear is trained or not, my welsh accent is the worst of all my impressions. In fact I think even the best of my accents don't really have anything to brag about. the point of this little paragraph is that even though the accent wanders the Ozzies don't notice. This is fine until you come to a shop assistant that is from the UK, which happens too frequently as the immigrant population is largely UK derived. This is something I have now stopped doing for reasons of personal safety and for the fact that I'm sure they charge me more for things than other customers.
On our route around the various electrical and electronic shops Michelle gets a phone call, now this isn't a major occurrence as pretty much any time we are out Michelle gets a phone call usually asking if Deanna can go to the shop and buy a magnum (the ice cream lolly, not a .45 calibre handgun) or if ben can go round to his mates, they are having a barby. Now I know what happened in this conversation because as I'm writing it, it happened 2 days ago,so what I'm going to do is give you a transcript of what I heard of the conversation, merely for the purposes of keeping the dialogue interesting.
Michelle: Hi Dee, what do you want, I've only been gone 15 minutes
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: He's done what?
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: Well,lay him down on the couch
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: Well, can he get up
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: The Drum pedal?
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: His Knee?
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: His head
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: OH MY GOD!Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: Well don't say that in front of him
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: Now repeat after me
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: never mind why, just do it.
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: No mum it doesn't look that bad.
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: Because I want Ben to think it isn't that bad.
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: Right, listen to this carefully, this is important. I want to to go near him and say it, the point was I
wanted him to hear it.
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: what do you mean there's a hole in it.
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: what right through?
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: Well we'll just have to replace the door then.
Dee: muffled sounds
Michelle: right well give him a cold cloth for his head we'll come straight back.
So to tell the story straight, Ben tripped over his double bass drum pedal, grazed his knee on the floor and put his head through the door. He's fine by the way, just a little bruise on his head and his ego.
That's about it for this week, I'm going to go now and visit the Western Australia Off road Exhibition, apparently all the 4X4 manufacturers are descending on Perth to show off their wares and hoping to sell some into the bargain, I'm just going to take some fab pictures (I hope)
I'm thinking of doing this blog daily rather than weekly, so that I can do shorter stints, but remember more of what happened, so you might see this updated more frequently but with less info in each bulletin. Also look out for Michelle's blog, i will put a link to it on this page when she has got it going so that you can compare the Ian and Michelle perspectives of each story. Should be a laugh if nothing else. keeps the comments coming.