Day 18 Easter Saturday

After a long and controversial trivia session last night, which Tas put together in excellent fashion and which Andrew and Katie won, we finally finished the virtual game with the ladies retiring and the lads drinking the rest of the wine until the battery in the laptop died. Here’s a picture of the seafood pizza Lady P and I made.

Early this morning I was rudely awoken and enticed to go on a bicycle ride. The promise of an egg and bacon sarnie and a coffee did the trick, so we rode to Edge Hill for those exact same items, snuck across the road to a shady park and ate them while exercising. We managed to pick up the Australian and Cairns Post, so an afternoon of relaxation is planned.

Lunch today was smoked Ocean Trout, another mango daiquiri and a glass of rose (it’s a Holy Day today). Our friends, with whom we were to dine with tonight, are a bit skittish about the conflicting advice from the Qld government about two friends visiting, essential travel and all that. Bloody stupid rule anyway. So we cancelled and therefore, I was tasked to cook Peking Duck. It’s in the pot as I type.

I have also put out week 2 Little Kitchen menu: Chicken Cacciatore with creamy mashed potato; Beef Stroganoff and rice; Smoked fish pie; Mango cheesecake.

Here is another example of dickheads at work. The local tattoo parlour, do you even call then a parlour anymore? Well, this one that does tattoos and piercings of intimate body parts (still not sure what a Prince Albert means), near Rusty’s market where we buy our F&V, had a sign on the door.

Apart from the spelling mistake, they are telling us that the evil government forced them to shut. What? Do you really want to be bending over coronavirus-breathing customers while you wack a needle through their privates? Wankers!

That’s all for today.