BYO

It's been a very quiet week, only broken up by a restaurant visit with some French visitors from hubby's work. We live in a great spot for impromptu entertainment. Across the road we have three different restaurants and also a bottle shop.

For you who have not yet been to this wonderful country, let me explain why the nearness to a bottle shop is vital. Many smaller restaurants have a sign up that says BYO, which means Bring Your Own. This means that you bring your own wine because they don't have a license to sell alcohol. Then they charge you a small fee for opening and serving the wine and everyone is happy.

We went to a Thai restaurant called Sweet Chilli, run by a French guy from Nancy, France, and his Thai wife, and you always have a good meal there.

I wanted to add something to last week's blog..... when I slept in the car, due to the spider incident, it was only 5^°C that night. That is seriously cold, and my heart goes out to all the homeless who spend their nights in temperatures like that. Every year in Europe people die in the winter when the temperatures drop to under 0^°C.

Sometimes, when we are on a road trip, we play a game to alleviate boredom. Well, not a game really, more of a pastime. It consists of hubby spotting houses here and there and then asking me the question "if they gave you that house would you take it?" I then say yes, or more often, categorically no, and give a reason. Some of the houses might look like these:

Of course, they are not always fixer-uppers, like these, but the other "normal" ones I don't have photos of. Believe it or not, I would take the yellow house with the red roof; it has potential.

A big exciting last day of our last weekend had been planned around going to Bathurst. Hubby loves motor sport, and this is the place apparently. He had hoped that we could drive around the circuit even. However, when we arrived, everything was blocked off for the following week-end's Great Race. So all we could see was this: