Another great weekend ticked off. On Friday night our friends Bruce and Jo came over for a tandoori bbqoori....whatever that means!? Bruce and I have a special connection. His 3 year old son tells us all the time "no more rust!" because we do like to collect it.

Saturday morning was a some French toast, coffee and paper before hitting the shops. I made a big step towards crossing "Sand and varnish jarrah desk" off my To Do list. By Sunday night we was a happy Rachel.

Saturday night saw us sneak into a David Meece concert. We had tickets but I was a little hesitant to be seen with an Christian 80's 'has been' - some would call him that. I saw him in concert in 1986 and it was the highlight of my 16th year. I won't elaborate on the evening other to say it wasn't really 'fresh' and I get offended by people who preach for 30 minutes in a shouting voice and with an index finger shaking in your face. It wasn't that he said anything dodgy but if he'd just sat at the piano and talked to us, I would've listened.