200th

this is my 200th post!

That's ok, I'm not that excited either it's that I totally forgot to celebrate reaching my 100th post - I was expecting the Queen to send me a telegram which would have reminded me to say yay for my 100th post but she didn't and I didn't, so am now.

So la la la la lah!

The Boss took all seven of us (that number includes him) off to Flock Hill Station for a short (overnight) retreat so we could actually get some work done without phones, internet and me losin the plot (yes I know I'm missing a 'g' there but I was hanging out with a Swedish exchange student and Swedes delightfully drop their 'g's - lovin that) and yellin at windscreen repair people (idiot losers that those ones are).

Those are alpine mountains and alpine sheep and alpine paddocks - these may or may not be different from general mountains, sheep and paddocks.

There is no cell phone coverage or wireless internet.

Could be deliberate or the mountains - probably deliberate bad Telecom conspiracy.

Where is Flock Hill Station I imagine you sayin right now....

why it's on State Hwy 73 (I think) just on the west side of the top of the Alps, just past Castle Hill which is famous for being the setting for rocky bit of the Narnia movie.
It's a very pleasant and bucolic place, Flock Hill is .......

and Castle Hill is too I'm sure, just haven't been there to know for sure.

When we arrived it was rainin, delightful, pleasant, gentle, continuous rain that was cosy and wet at the same time.

It was wet rain.

Nope not all rain is wet and we had a lovely discussion about the difference between dry rain and wet rain. Wet rain is the kind that keeps a continuous drop water at the end of your nose that doesn't seem to come from anywhere.

Then in a middle of the afternoon after the long discussion about wet rain, as we Duncy, Hoppy Lou, Lucky, Rozy, Tinky, The Boss and me were all snugly (at no time was there any inter-personal contact made) and warmly discussin the tiniest task for every job and task we do, Lucky popped up and said the fateful words, "100 bucks to anyone who jumps in the pond!"

This idyllic pond accompanied by daffodils scattered across the lawn, droopin their heads in the gentle, wet rain was rudely attacked by Hoppy Lou - also know as Anal Peg because she has only yellow pegs and she hangs her washin out in an anal retentive way - the yellow pegs help her washin line aesthetic comfort zone -Hoppy Lou runs at a pace across the lawn fully clothed and leaps into the, as it turns out shallow, muddy pond much to our hysteric and disbelieving laughter.

Awesome!

That and whipping The Boss's team at Cranium made Duny's, Lucky's and my retreat. Well that and sitting outside in the sunshine having lunch made by Rozy (heated by the pink haired Flocker cook), oh getting to have a staff meeting with my eyes closed while lying in the sun.

I love my job and job-mates.

Ah... very pleasant.

And apparently there was a wee earthquake at about 1am.

These are our Alps on our way home, you are welcome to come over and enjoy them too.