I've been off-line for a few days. We had a delivery of bottles to the winery early in the week and the truck, backing down the driveway, cut our NBN connection which is just a flimsy length of fibre stretched from a pole on the boundary to our roof. The linesmen came in this morning to repair it and have arranged for another team to put it underground next week. In the meantime, we're back in business and not expecting any more deliveries for the foreseeable future.
Madeleine and Josh arrived last week and their little dog, Mushu, came the next day. Madi (she spells it Maddii, but that is 2 superfluous letters) is taking over Jamie's house at Dilston while she finishes her schooling. It's extraordinary how domesticated she is, boasting about her cooking on Facebook. The Wild Child has become the hausfrau.
On Sunday, Marilyn and I took an order of 10 dozen wine to the Berry Patch at Turners Beach and took the chance for a walk on the beach. The sand was covered with seaweed churned up by the recent storms and the northerly wind was icy, but we enjoyed it anyway.
It's just three weeks to the Fair and things are starting to hot up. Jamie will have a stall at the Fair, giving tastings, selling wine and Pink Ladies. I'm hoping that the weather will be fine because it's not much fun in the mud. One year we had one venue flooded and it was a nightmare.
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