More on the waterfront than Marlon Brando

 

Riverbend Cottage isn't just near the water: walk more than ten paces out the door and you fall into it! And this deep waterfront goes for a good half-a-kilometre right round the bend - hence the name!

There's nothing wrong with our waterfront, Father Barry!

 

Monty Python is alive and well and manning the only road crossing between India and Pakistan

 

Wagah is the only road border crossing between India and Pakistan, and lies on the Grand Trunk Road between the cities of Amritsar, India and Lahore, Pakistan.

Wagah itself is a village through which the controversial Radcliffe Line was drawn. The village was divided by independence in 1947. Today, the eastern half of the village remains in India whilst the western half is in Pakistan.

At this "Berlin Wall of Asia" a very energetic and thrilling parade is performed each evening by the Border Security Force (B.S.F) of India and the Pakistan Rangers during the 'lowering of the flags' ceremony.

What is perhaps not widely known is that the Indian and Pakistani border personnel are trained by the British Ministry of Silly Walks under the British Foreign Aid program:

Now that's what I call well-directed foreign aid and effective border control. Julia Gillard, please note!

 

Saturday morning at the markets

 

It was a sparkling sunny day to take in the sights and sounds of the markets along the Moruya River. Everything was on sale: books, home-grown vegetables, home-made bread and jams, even fowls and dogs.

We were almost tempted to buy another cute little puppy but his name bothered us. He was mainly black and brown with just a small white area so they had named him 'Bankstown'.

 

It's been an absolute scorcher today!

 

Forty degrees inside the horseshed - and that's Centigrade! My helper Troy and I battled on, putting the decking down in what will eventually become the clubhouse for the not-so- Royal Nelligen Yacht Club.

By mid-afternoon it had become so unbearably hot that I moved indoors and rehung the recently repainted sliding wardrobe doors in the bedroom.

I also fitted some strobe lights on the ceiling. It'll make the wife look like she's moving during sex.

 

Gone with the dogs

 

It's another beautiful morning at "Riverbend" and we took Malty & Rover for a walk. Now it's back for a late breakfast and a bit of eye-shut. At "Riverbend" I needn't know the time: if I wake up in my pyjamas, it's morning. If I'm in my clothes, it's time for tea.

All that talk about exercise. I exercise every morning without fail. Up, down! Up, down! And then the other eyelid. I mean, I'm pushing 68. That's enough exercise for me.

As for entertainment, my idea of a good night out is a good night in. At my age I don't need to do drugs or drink anymore. I can get the same effect just by standing up real fast.

One thing I do indulge in though is bananas. Bananas contain chemicals that work like Ecstacy and Prozac to stimulate the production of serotonin and dopamine. Bananas make me happy. And I still buy them green. I guess that makes me an optimist.

 

They say that sex is the best form of exercise. Correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think 2 minutes and 15 seconds every 3 months is going to shift my beer belly.