Getting connected

So we finally got our TV connected downstairs.  Now,  instead of sitting cosily in two office chairs, very close together,  to watch TV in hubby's office, we can now sit like normal people on the couch in the living room. The support and connections leave a little to be desired, but hey, it works!  It also works just as well for nodding off, but I think I will miss the closeness of that little office.

It was just a shame it didn't happened before the BIL left. He was a little confused and rattled since there was no TV to watch while eating in our house.  When he is at home, he is always multitasking amongst watching TV, chatting on Fb or Skype, and maybe also having dinner.

Today we went back to a place that I took the in laws to while they were here. It was the visiting centre of Captain Cook's landing place and also to Cape Solander. The latter is named after the Swedish botanist who came out with Captain Cook on Endeavour. I think I might have mentioned him before. That was all very interesting but the lady in the visitor centre and me both agreed that the one that should have most of the praise should be Mrs Cook. She gave birth to six children and none of them survived to adult age. She coped with everything while hubby was gallivanting around the world performing serious and worthy male tasks.

This young girl obviously needed a good spot for practicing her instrument, even though we could hardly hear it since the surf was drowning out the sound

This is a different view of Sydney seen from Kurnell

Your intrepid scribe at Cape Solander in her oh-so-unsuitable shoes

On Friday, after taking the in laws to the airport, we had a great African dinner at African Feeling in Newtown. This reminded me of the time I went to get some lunch for elder daughter and myself at a local Nigerian restaurant in London when she was busy preparing for a show the next day.  The Nigerian lady had no customers so she said she was going to make us something special.  I sat and watched reality TV with some African men and an hour later the food was ready (no fast food here). I took it home and we opened the containers and started eating.  We were starving! After a few mouthfuls we looked at each other. We just couldn't continue. It turned out it was tripe!!!  It must be an acquired taste. We just couldn't eat it, and I am still sorry for throwing it out, sorry for the Nigerian lady and her effort, and for the starving children in Africa who would probably have loved it.