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And I 'm married to him! Happy birthday Chrisso - have a wonderful day with your goddess (
that would be ... me). Update ... and he did. We started at Norwell - somewhere between Beenleigh and the Gold Coast in the cane fields ... at the Holden Driver training complex - and Chris got to do a few very quick laps around the place. I had to delete about 20 photos where the car had well and truly left the frame before I could go "click". Here are some I did manage to get ...
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Then it was off to the Stamford in Brisbane - where we had a fantastic time. Went shopping in the city and bought jewellery and perfumes (Happy Birthday to me too) then headed back to the Stamford where we caught up with Sue (my sister) and had champagnes, oysters and tapas at Moo Moo Bar and Char before Chris an I headed off to Aria for dinner. It (Aria) lived up to all expectations and we had an extraordinary meal - complete with birthday petite things ... then backed that up with a wonderful breakfast again this morning before heading back home. There's no place like home ... but Aria and the Stamford and MooMoo come a very close second.
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| Brisbane River overlooking Kangaroo Point |
I've been scratching of sorts - yesterday @ Boonah's Railway end, and then in one of WMBM's sheds. Sacred stuff really. Looking for "found" objects for the 2QAQ challenge - which is to incorporate or otherwise use found objects to create some art quilt magic. I ferreted around in WMBM's tractor shed (except that is houses the old ute, several hundred pot plant plastics, two halves of a power pole and lots of rusty things but no tractor). I 
found some objects of interest and put WMBM to the test as he performed the "light the fire so the goddess is warm" ritual, seated in front of the fireplace. What did I find? A piece of "rio" he said - which I think is rusted reinforcing from some long forgotten concrete project - then an old padlock and key that don't work but stay together, a flattened bottle top with #27 stamped on the inside. He sighed. Next a broken bit of bolt, a seal for the tail light of a car resplendent with wiring holes (no car to be seen), pieces of pipe in various stages of discarded rustiness and a spacer for something or other. All of these wisdoms from the WMBM made my eyes twinkle - and he was still holding the unstruck match.
