Two thirty

... or as hubby always says "Tooth hurtee. Time to go to the dentist.". This was very much the case with me the other day. I had had a toothache off and on for a while and the time had come to bite the bullet (silly expression in this case since I would probably injure another tooth) and go to the dentist. I just went to the closest one to where we live, and what a stroke of luck that was. It was a true gentleman of Asian descent and his surgery was topnotch. We had to decide on how to deal with this tooth, extraction, inplant, bridge, or a simple root-canal job with a crown. I opted for the last, wanting to hang on to my own stumps as long as possible, and then the fun started. He took some X-rays and showed me the inside of my mouth on a big TV screen - not a pretty sight.  Then he started giving me loads of injections which I love him for.  He also gave me a pair of chic sunglasses to put on (for the bright overhead light) and ear phones (so I wouldn't hear the drilling etc) and put a chick flick on the TV. All we needed was a palm tree and a pool, it was so comfy there in the lounge chair. Sadly, he finished before the end of the movie so now I have to go out and rent it.

Now over to King Valley where we went last week. It is becoming a bit of a tradition that we go away over a long week end once a year with hubby's old bikie friends and their wives. This time it was a seven-hour drive for us but of course less for them coming from Melbourne. The owner of King Valley Estate where we were staying was called Trevor Knaggs. He is a really pleasant and hospitable fellow. If you are a backpacker looking for farm work, give him a call.

Last night's pizza dinner made in Trevor's pizza oven.

Serious winetasting taking place.

When Trevor heard I was Swedish he gave me "the task"
of finding him a Swedish wife.

The time passed very quickly in King Valley with wine tasting and sightseeing. When we returned home we found that our French visitors had adapted very well to Australia. The day after our return we took them up to the Blue Mountains. There we met a lady who overheard us speaking French who was herself from Bordeaux but from Touareg origin.. She let me take her photo. She was dressed in a Touareg outfit since she was visiting Australia for some international project

It's time to say goodbye for now and hope you enjoyed your little read and that you will come back.