Someone else has cornered the ocean view so I've gone for the mountains. It's cooler but it rarely snows. They're blue due to the haze of eucalyptus and the Curawongs sing their melody all day. Red and Blue Mountain Lowrys and King Parrots and Black Cockatoos fill the air and as the sun goes down, you can hear cattle baying in the valley . . .
There's my house, bottom left. Nice view huh? I can hanglide off that cliff if I had a mind to but I'd rather entertain guests for lunch on the verandah. . . come and chat a while . . .(if you can get a word in edgeways!)
Ah here she is in all her reproduction turn-of-the-Century glory. High ceilings, two fireplaces, a cool verandah all round . . .very mod inside!
This is my boudoir . . Special guests only . . . strictly male, handsome and must give a mean shoulder massage . .
Nice view huh? Open windows and nobody looking in!
Can't wait to squish among those pillows. Half of them will end up on the floor
whether there's a bloke there or not.
I'm a kitchen girl. I love kitchens, so choosing the perfect one was hard. It's not quite right but I like the white and the cupboards with bulkheads plus an island prep area where I can show off when guests arrive. Damn that stainless steel fridge though. So hard to keep clean . . how come they call them 'stainless' steel when they're always streaky? And who left the toaster on the bench. Surfaces people, surfaces!
Ah the pool area. Of course there's one outside as well for the summer but a girl needs a little aqua therapy in the winter too . .it's heated so strip off and come in . . .the water's fine! You can skinny dip without anyone ever knowing. No bombing!
Oh sorry Chris, I didn't realise you were still here! Finished cleaning the pool?
This is the pool of course.
Ok all refreshed? Time for lunch perhaps? Seafood al fresco in sarongs and thongs, because on my block of Blogland Lane, it's always 75 F or 25 C, sunny with the gentlest of breezes
and it only ever rains at night.
If anyone mentions my frizzy hair they get baked beans!
Pink champagne for the ladies . . Gents? Boags Premium?
Glass of Jamiesons on ice?
A nice bold Red from Margaret River or the McLaren Vale?
Don't ask for Coke or 7-Up or any other lolly water!
You can have spring water in an iced jug if you're teetotal.
Or a nice non-alcoholic mango daiquiri . .the bar is OPEN!
The table's set . . told you it never rains on our lunches and
that there's a pool outside and a view to die for . . .
Of course Curtis made it all and will do the washing up when we're finished . .
Pogged? Me too!. . How about a Jacuzzi before a little stroll around the garden?
Take it easy on the bubbles!
All dry, ready to walk off your lunch . .
These are the stables . . the horses come in at night . .
But during the day, they're free to gallivant as nature intended . . .
This is my fantasy Fresian . .gorgeous thing . . .
Bugger to catch. He can see me and my milk crate coming.
Feeling a little snoozy? Time for the latest, in the theatre room of course. .
watch out, they're recliners and if you're not careful you'll do what I did at Gold Class in June and miss all of Angels and Demons but the credits!
Bugger off stretch!
Damn those Giraffes, they always want to watch Madagascar!