Do I still have to work?

The company I work for have sacked the CEO. He failed to reach the target of $150m profit last year. Under his lousy leadership we only made a measly $100m profit. And we've only got assets of $3.5billion. My heart bleeds for the poor shareholders.

The company are offering free counselling to concerned employees.

How can I exploit this? There must be some way? Isn't there?

Recipe time

S is still craving "pain au poulet" so I decided to make an effort. The problem being, I've never made bread before in my life. Searching the internet yielded no recipe results for chicken bread so I decided to do my normal thing and just try it. I went and bought some basic groceries.

Any regular reader will know I don't usually know/follow quantities but in this instance I wanted to know how to correct my future efforts so I made mental notes. The good news is that it actually worked first time - to the extent S wanted to know where I bought it. If you want to try a taste of France, give this a go:

You'll need:
Dried yeast powder
Flour
Sugar
Salt
Butter
Milk
Eggs
Chicken
Dijon mustard
cheese

Notes on ingrediants:
My yeast is in the form of 7g sachets of dry bakers yeast
I used both plain and self raising flour - explained later
French bread tends to be sweet so I used sugar to sweeten it up
I used chicken breast fillets, cut in half lengthwise to thin them down a little
I used mozzerella cheese cos it's good melty cheese but use your favourite

How:
Seive 2 cups of plain flour into large bowl. Add 1 sachet of yeast. Add about 1/4 cup of sugar. Add a pinch of salt. Mix up well.

Melt (don't cook!) about 3 tbsp of butter (I just microwaved it on 10% power).
Warm about 1/4 cup of milk in microwave too
Lightly beat two eggs (But use about 2/3rds, if you use it all it'll be a bit too wet)

Add wet ingrediants to dry and mix. You will notice it's too wet to kneed. Add self raising flour until it reaches a doughy texture. Kneed for ten mins tops. The purpose of kneeding is to add air so I just try to flatten it out, fold it in half, flatten, repeat, etc.

Place in a bowl, cover and put in a warm place for about 45 mins. It should double in volume during this time. I put mine in the laundry, that's warm enough.

While this was happening I boiled the chicken fillets for about 10 mins so that I knew they were already cooked through.

Split dough into 4 equal pieces. Flatten each with your hands. Spread with Dijon mustard. Lay a chicken fillet in the centre. Add sliced cheese on top of the top of the chicken. Fold the outsides of the dough upwards to cover the chicken completely. Squeeze it into a loaf shape and place on a baking tray. 3 or 4 "loaves" should easily fill your tray.

Place in a warm place for half an hour. Brush with remainder of beaten egg and place in pre-heated oven (180) for about half an hour.

Let me know how you go with it. Next time I make some I'll take photos.

NB: I've since tried this with pre-cooked burgers. I added some sliced onion, extra cheese and they were a huge hit with my neighbour...

Home again

I'm home. Yes. Brisbane is home to me now. Is it because I came through the "Australian citizens only" arrivals terminal or because I actually feel at home here?

Lost day

Due to time differences this day didn't actually happen for us. Apart from a brief stop in Singapore. I’m sure at some point S mentioned “pain au poulet”….

Things we done:
Flew. Lots.

Busy last day

Ummm. Where do I begin? Start of the day is logical I guess.

I woke up before the alarm went off. I showered, dressed and left hotel about 7. The plan was that S would stay in the hotel and pack up our shit and I'd tube to Heathrow and hire a car and drive it back to collect her for a day of exploring the southern counties.

I got the wrong tube. The northern line has two routes. I chose the wrong one because I'm a fuckwit.

I got to Heathrow on schedule despite my screw up. I chose a terminal at random and hired a car. It was only 9.15. Too easy. Ahead / on schedule.

Since I'd only have it for a few hours I decided to opt out of the "damage excess" waiver they always offer. I chose a car, I started driving towards hotel. Some punk on a bike has been knocked over so the police close the road and divert traffic.

Some idiot has hit a motorcycle on the diversion route. I'm diverted again.

Now I'm seeing signs that I'm 2 miles from congestion charging zone. That means I'm 2 miles from London central. My hotel is about 18 miles from centre.

Oh Mate! Well done you prick! Smash into another car and close this road too eh? Thanks bud! I love diversions. No, really, I do....I’m so happy that’s three already…

Oooooooh fuck. Now it's done. A fucking wanky shitty cunt has reversed into ME. I'm SO impressed.

Honestly, the only good thing about the incident is that S wasn't with me so she wasn't there to see me lose it. I was already stressed about being so late and so diverted. Add on top of that being reversed into by a wank that can't speak English in a hire car where you've just opted to not take the excess cover. Welcome to my Thursday.

I finally arrived at the hotel about 11. S was almost in tears worrying about me. I felt a shit.

We headed off nonetheless and after a couple of brief stops we managed to buy a "motor way map of the UK" which was enough for me to get my bearings to Stonehenge. We headed there and S took a picture of us I'm almost tempted to post. I quite like it. Something must have been wrong with her camera because it doesn't emphasise the "ugly fucker" side of me so much as most pics.

Then we cruised over to Avebury. We shouldn't have really as most sane people would have been heading for the airport. However, I really wanted S to see Avebury - I prefer it over Stonehenge. The visit was worth it and then we headed for the airport.

S, I'm sorry about my driving on that occasion, it was a "needs must" thing. I like to hope you didn't even notice? Traffic jams aside I had to keep it around the, ummm, high speed area.

We arrived at the airport on time. For the first time in my life we actually arrived before our flight had appeared on the checkin board.

Things we done:
Stonehenge, Avebury stone circle, contemplated the best makeup for covering up red paint marks on a hire car.

London

We check out the sites properly. We love it. It's a day in London being a tourist - I don't need to say anymore eh? S is still missing “pain au poulet”.

Things we done:
All the major sites of London.

It's gone so quickly

Had to pack :(

Got lift to train station and then train to London.

Stopped sooking

Arrived London. I normally hate London. Why the hell do I feel so at home here?! Why am I excited? My feelings towards London have changed. I now love Paris and London. S must be having an effect on me. Perhaps her excitement is contagious? I FEEL ALIVE! And overwhelmed.

We fight our way through the tube to our hotel. We drop our bags at about 10am. Pretty good going eh?

We do a bus tour of London and S makes notes of what we're going to come back and see tomorrow.

Things we done:
Had to say farewell to family again. Saw lots of London. Got mildly sun burnt.

Shocking realisation

Oh Gods. Our time of friends and family is running out so quickly. We've already decided we're going to London for our last couple of days. We fly on Thursday so that means....fuck. Today is the last day in home area.

We caught train to local city and met the b'day girl. It was a wonderful day. I can't say much more than that.

During the day I'd bought my parents a wireless router. During the evening I had to set the bitch up. It was a fucker. I'm supposed to be an IT guru but no one would have guessed from my display. Windows Vista. I think M$ released it with a slight typo in the name - surely they mean "Windows-Huge-Pile-Of-Wank"? Fucking fuckwits....

S is craving Parisian “pain au poulet”

Friends

Mega day! We got up and b'day girls friends gave us a lift back to parents place. Waiting for us was a friend called J. He's brilliant. I was SO happy to catch up with him, his wife and 2 children. And what made it even better? He's planning to move to Brissy. Yup. Serious. They've already decided to move to Aus and his wife had a thought of going to Melbourne so he wanted me to tell her about Brissy.

My mum brought out the pictures I've been sending her and about 10 minutes later J's wifey was saying "Oh, I can't wait to move to Brissy J!" I think the clincher was a picture of Southbank and I said "oh yeah, that's the view I get from my office when I'm working in the city..."

We then took the kids to a play park with bar. Whoever came up with that idea must be a millionaire. Kids distracted - Piss on tap for parents. Genius.

During all the time we were busy drinking my other great friend was traversing the country by train to come and meet me. We got a call from him when he was about half an hour away so we decided to leave and go to collect him from the train station. J made me laugh by swerving into puddles to soak pedestrians. I'm so childish and he knows it. If the girls hadn't been there I would have.... nah, don't worry about it.

We picked up H from the train station and J & family had to leave. We went to a bar (shock!) and caught up for a bit. I stupidly drank strong beer. Lots of it. I didn't realise at the time S was counting. I don't want her to tell me what the final count for that day was - I'd probably feel obliged to donate my body to Sarsons....

Things we done:
Friends. Old and new. Fantastic.

Party on

Today we were planning to go out boating. My parents have always wanted a boat but when I bought them one my dad came over all scared. Naturally he doesn't admit it (I wonder where I get my stubbornness from?) but he hates it. One time a couple of years ago we took it out and the throttle cable snapped. Due to a huge design flaw in the engine this caused it to jam at the full throttle position. Fun.

We could have had a troop of water-skiers behind us and they wouldn't have slowed us one bit. I thought it was fantastic, I was busy giving him the thumbs up and yelling for more speed. Then after we hit the fourth fellow cruiser (it was a narrow river) I figured we had a problem. I went and pulled the kill on the engine and my pale faced father composed himself enough to say "Why the fuck did it take you over five minutes to do that son?"

I don't think my reply "I was having fun!" impressed him too much.

Anyhoo, the plan was to take the boat out but that didn't happen because it was decided that "it's too windy". Instead we decided to head to a beauty spot up the coast a ways. It was about an hours drive away and after the first 15 minutes or so my niece (Gods bless her) began the obligatory "Are we nearly there yet Nanny?" She was sat between S and I and I could see S's frown/twitch every time she said it. Naturally I decided to join in the frustration action because I'm a shit. Whenever I felt she hadn't said it for a couple of minutes I would pipe up "Are we nearly there mum?" Then I realised a good way to increase her frequency was to say "Oh, there's the sign for X Town/village. That means we're only about 2 hours away...."

OK. You got me, I'm a BIG shit.

We rocked up to the place and had a leisurely arvo wandering around the place. The only mildly frustrating thing was when we visited a local pub and it took 20 minutes to be served. The place was a little busy but that doesn't count as defense. Busy places should have efficient staff. This chick only took one order at a time and she pulled the drinks one at a time. That simply doesn't work for me. I've worked in several bars and it's not a huge challenge to be working on 3 punters orders at the same time.

After this we bought a gift for a friend who's birthday we would be attending later that evening. She collects fairies so I loved this shopping. Isn't it so nice when someone collects something so you have an idea of what to get them for b'days and Christmas? It's even better when it's someone special so you get to choose something that has meaning.

We returned to my parents place and then caught a train to local city where the surprise b'day party was to occur. It rocked. A good time was had by all. One random fight broke out amongst some other punters and it was only at that point I realised how lucky S had been. We were over a week into out visit before I had to step in front of her (just incase). That's almost unheard of in my area, it's normally fistycuff central. And she impressed me totally - not only was she unphased but she also grabbed my beer before the table was knocked over. How cool can this girl be?

We returned to the birthday girls place for the night.

Things we saw/done:
The "being a tourist" gig. Party at Hard Rock Cafe. Friends.

Friday 13th doesn't have to be bad

I woke at a friends house after way too much alcyhol. I still felt pissy. And I was due to see a client at 9am. I had a coffee and decided to go directly to the client - he knows me well so I figured it wouldn't shock him too much.

I sorted his problems and agreed that S and I would have dinner with him on Sunday evo. He works in the same industry as her and he's now branching into the Aus market so I figure they'll get on pretty good.

I then went to my parents place and wasted time/worked until it was time to go and collect S from the airport. I know I'm a disorganised shit when I'm travelling so I shouldn't confess this but I was actually really worried about her. I think it was the SMS she sent that said “What do I do if I miss my flight?” I just spent the afternoon wishing I was with her and pacing around looking at my watch ever grateful that mainland Europe is an hour ahead of UK time.

When she finally landed I met her at the airport, went back to my parents place, she showered and we were out again. More friends to meet, more things to do.

I had a great time but I was a little worried about two of the friends I caught up with - I could tell things weren't quite right in their lives and that's always sad. One confirmed he'd just split with his girlfriend, the other I'm not sure about but I suspect it's the same. You know how you can just tell when people aren't themselves?

Things we done:
Missed S. Done work. Missed S. S told me she wanted more 'pain au poulet'. Stopped missing S. Saw friends.

I don't want to go back to the UK

What better was to start the day the breakfast from a boulangerie? S ordered something called "Pain au Poulet" which I assumed would be diced chicken in bread. It turned out to be a big ol' hunk o' chicken concealed within a loaf of bread. More about this later. Much more.

We went and saw the sights and had a truly wonderful time. When we'd planned this back in Aus we'd not been expecting to get on quite the way we did. And since I'm already pretty "Parised out" we'd decided I'd return to the UK a day earlier than S to get more "friend and family" time. Within hours I was regretting this choice. The only thing that marred our time was the thought that I was going to have to leave S on her own to experience this wonderful city.

I left at about 3, and on the way to the airport I grabbed a bottle of wine and some cheese. I thought I was early for my flight. He he he he. I should have known better. I'm NEVER early.

After getting off the shuttle service at the wrong stop I made it to the airport. After standing politely in line for 20 minutes I realised I had no chance of reaching the head of the queue before my flight left. So I politely queue jumped. This is the fine art of waving ones ticket under the nose of the person in front while adopting the appropriate facial expression. It sounds simple but let me assure you, only years of travel can make one adept enough to be good.

For cute chicks puppy dog expressions tends to work. For minger chicks Rottweiler expression is good. For business men arrogance is a winner, for bogans "aww shit mate, I'm in the fuckin shit ere eh?" honesty seems best.

At security my wine was confiscated. Here's a tip for you: When a french official (with an Uzi) says : "I am sorry zir, but you canno take zees wine" to you don't try to be smart as say "Why? Was it a bad year?" They don't seem to have much in the way of a sense of humour.

In the evening I spoke to S, wished I was with her, and then went to see another friend.

We saw:
Sacre Coeur, Moulin Rouge, Eiffel tower, Seine, La Pyramide, The Metro, French people, friends.

Bonjour mon ami

A pretty uneventful day. Just bummed around really. Until midday. Then we started to get our shit together and headed out for our next jaunt. Paris.

I'm not a great fan of Paris. Don't get me wrong, I love France and I love the french. But I'm not a lover of Paris. In the same way I'm English and I don't like London. It's appears to be full of shitty people - very few can top the Parisians for pure arrogance. It pisses me off when I ask a question in perfect french and get a snotty answer in English. What happened to respecting the effort you fuckers?

Mind you, it's often said that sometimes people that are too similar fail to bond. I fear this may be the case. I do have my arrogant moments, and sometimes I've even been known to be jealous. I think I perhaps envy that....je ne sais quoi - peut-etre l'arrogance?

It was wonderful to take S to another European capital though, to see the delight on her face. Paris deserves it's reputation for love.

We ate wonderful food, we had wonderful experiences, we went to bed with wonderful expectations...

Nottingham

After a very late (not our decision) and not overly cheap (we were not involved in this decision either) breakfast we rocked into Nottingham city centre. I love Nottingham. I'm not sure why exactly, but it's always been one of the very few cities I'd actually be happy to call home. Although I still loved our visit I was a little surprised to realise that I think it's lost this status in my opinion.

I still like it, I still feel quite at home. But it's not mine anymore. I feel like a visitor. OK, sure, I always have been as I've never lived there, but it felt different. I was tempted to visit "The Down Under Bar". The "Aussie" pub. I've never been there, but seriously I felt tempted to go and get a pot of gold. That's bad isn't it?

We saw the sites and then headed back to home town. Well done matey from Ireland. I slept most of the way home - I'm glad you didn't. We then got a bit of a second wakening and decided to visit another "homeland" friend. We were staying at my parents place again so I seized the opportunity to do a little worky work. I figure it's the least I can do as the friendly people there are approving my timesheets even though I'm working from afar....

Things we saw:
Notts city, Notts castle, Trip to Jerusalem, fucking lincolnshire, erosion in action, a few friends.

Time for a new county

We got up early-ish. We bummed around the friends house until other friends could join us for a pre-planned trip to Nottingham.

We left late home county late. We arrived Notts late. We found hotel. I'd booked 3 rooms but the guest house only had two available. This meant I had to share. This was ok. This was more than ok.

We met friends, we had a good time. We had excellent vege lasagne. Best ever.

Things we saw:
Lincolnshire. I fucking hate Lincolnshire. Going through Lincolnshire is the worst thing about going to Notts. Notts friends.

We arrived. It's good. I'm happy. More later.

A special day

The day began fairly relaxed. We had a bbq at parents place to celebrate her bday. For the first time I can remember I didn't contribute by cooking anything. It was my mothers day and she wanted to spoil me by cooking so I wasn't about to piss on her party.
(I'm a charmer with my honey glazed vocal skills eh?)

The home cooked food and memories shared were excellent. I'll say no more for fear of sounding like a sook.

We took a train to nearest city where we were greeted by A MAGAZINE DETAILING HOW TO MAKE A ROCKET PROPELLED POTATOE LAUNCHER! What more could I want?! I almost creamed me pants. Oh, and the magazine was yielded by one of me mates from Ireland.

;) Only joking matey, you know I was more excited about seeing you than the magazine. But it was cool eh? Have you made one yet?

My very good friend then drove us to a party being hosted by more friends which was excellent fun. Lots of beer and good times followed.

The sleeping arrangements were very casual - some people elected to spend the night outside throwing up too much alcohol. Some people were sensible and found real beds. Some people slept casually next to people they probably shouldn't have done. I think the latter were the ones that had most fun. Just rumours I've heard you understand.....

Things we saw:
UK BBQ, Many friends (some old, some new), many good times, lots of alcohol

Settling in fine

Today we awoke at my friends place and then caught the train (yep, with our bags and all) to my home town. We then needed to catch a bus to my parents village. Being my home town the bus timetable had of course been vandalised and then stolen. We visited my old company office and abused the internet facilities to check the bus times. We then managed to catch a bus and rock up to my parents joint without any drama.

My sister and niece visited which was excellent. After family catch up they took S & I back through to home town. I needed to do some shopping. It's mums birthday tomorrow, hence my timing for this trip. I needed to buy a gift.

We went to a pet store, we went to tourist shops, we viewed the town. I didn't buy a gift. I didn't feel guilty. Our family are very lucky, we don't wait for special occasions to buy one another gifts. If I spot something I think someone will like I buy it and give it to them. It relieves the pressure of buying something at birthday and Christmas. This applies to everyone I know. So if you know me personally and think I've missed a birthday or Christmas gift then....well....that sucks eh? Believe me, when I spot something for you you'll get it. But I'm not gonna buy you some shit just cos 25th December or your birthday is approaching.

A prime example occurred today. I was shopping for a gift for mum but I spotted something I knew my father would like. So I bought that. Go figure.

We went out for a family dinner at a typical UK pub. One that I chose because it was near a place I wanted S to see. Yeah, it was more ancient stuff. In this case the remains of a town about 2000 years old. I like ancient stuff and aussies don't have much. Also, being pretty ancient myself I can relate to it...

We slept at my parents place - so glad they have two spare rooms now....

Things we saw:
Roman ruins, beautiful scenery, UK town, UK tourist mecca, UK traditional pub (with peacocks), more family

First day in UK

The flight was fantastic. We arrived refreshed and awake. Singapore was warm and humid, a nice change after the recent cold spell in Brissy. Naturally, drama occurred - I realised in Singapore that I hadn't printed the car hire voucher for our arrival in the UK. So I went online and realise they hadn't even confirmed it. I sent an email warning them I'd be collecting it in a few hours.

We arrived in UK and got through customs without any problems. Then we went to go and collect the car. At this point I realised that although I'd sent the company a reminder that we still needed the car, I didn't actually know the name of the company I'd hired it through. I'm all organisational skills me eh?

Come on, give me a break, I'd just replied to an email, I didn't think to write down the name of the company! Who needs that?!

After a brief (unexpected) spell on the internet and a couple of visits Heathrows Terminal 4 information kiosk we were sorted and on our way to my homelands. This went without incident. Oh wait. I lie. Some dick decided to shed his lorry load of newspapers on the M11 - the main motorway leading to where we were heading.

We took an alternate route and to be honest the journey was relatively painless. We were still feeling pretty fresh so we managed an unplanned visit to my home town, my home village and my parents village. Much more than I'd been expecting. Then we went to a friends house to shower and unpack our stuff to spend the night. Then, still feeling pretty awake I decided to visit my parents with S. It was everything I've been looking forward to, wonderful to catch up.

Once again my organisational skills were brought to the forefront when we agreed to follow my father to the hire car place to drop off the car. As we arrived I realised I'd not filled it with petrol so I ignored his frantic signalling and overtook him to go to the servo. This caused him minor panic but it give him a chance to chat with the hire guy and cover our late return. It's all about organisation and being well prepared eh?

My wonderful parents returned us to the friends house where we'd arranged to spend the night. We slept very well.

Things we saw of note:
my company office, typical uk seaside town, ancient town walls, flint cottage by castle where my grandfather lived, my church (ancient ruins hidden in woods - yes, it's MINE), kids from my old school doing the annual sponsored walk, 3 friends, family

Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the UK we go....

Today is UK day. Time to fly to the opposite side of the world with S. S has never travelled overseas before and, in the grand scale of things, hardly knows me. Her knowledge of me is predominantly based on info from reading this blog. Would you want to entrust yourself to my travel skills? Nah, didn't think so. Yeah, I think she's nuts too.

Nonetheless, I wanted to ensure that the journey, at least, was as peaceful and organised as it could be. But then I got a call from my ex-neighbour. He came over last night and much merriment ensued. I promise I was going to pack my stuff and be organised. That really was the plan.

Plans are meant to be broken though eh? We rocked until about 2am and then I went to bed.

I was woken by a trady at 8.30am. I needed to shower, prepare, pack, tidy the house and leave by 10am. So I done the only logical thing. Made some brekky and went online. I hate to be rushed in the mornings.

I finally got my arse into gear and called a taxi about 9.45. While he was on his way I packed and showered. The tidying had to be forfeited.

At the airport S and I were queuing for check in and I couldn't help but laugh when she showed me her change purse. She'd been given some Euros by a work colleague and had split them into denominations and bagged them separately. I found this amusing and began to joke about it. Until the refrigerator shaped gentleman in front of us turned around and grunted "I've done that too....:"

Yes mate. Yes S. It's a great idea. I wish I'd done it too. Please don't break me....

I'm sorry!

Huge apologies for not updating much recently. This is largely due to the fact I've done almost nothing but work. I know that's a shocker for a lazy fucker like me but it's the truth. I've been packing in 14, 15, 16 and 17 hour days. I had a bit of a break at the weekend but only to cram in some shopping time in the city to buy essentials for the imminent UK trip.

It's now 10pm and I've finished work a bit early cos I'm so knackered. But tonight is the last time I go to bed with the plan of getting up and going to work in the morning. Tomorrow is last worky day and then we're off to the land of rain.

I'm really looking forward to seeing my family and friends. Two different friends are flying into the UK the day I arrive to meet up with me. How nice is that? Especially as at the moment the UK is on critical terrorism status and the public are being advised to avoid airports unless totally essential. Talking of this, amazingly, a guy was arrested here in Brissy today in connection with the recent London and Glasgow bombings. Weird.

I have got one quick story which could annoy two girls very much. On Friday evening I didn't think the weekend was going to be that worky so I went to the local Blockbuster and got out the special of the week - 7 DVD's for $10. I had grand plans to veg in front of the TV all weekend.

Firstly, this will annoy S because she's lent me a huge pile of DVD's and I should really be watching those instead of the crap I got out. Secondly this would really annoy TT as she was always complaining that I never had the patience to watch one DVD in a week let alone 7 in one weekend! But although I've given TT the address to this now I don't think she reads it.

Now for the worst bit. The DVD's I got out were utter boy trash. But with mainly a common theme - can you spot it?

i) Bottom (British comedy starring Rik Mayal and Aid Edmonson)
ii) Life of Brian, Monty Python
iii) Little Britain Series 1
iv) Little Britain Series 3
v) Kevin and Perry go Large
vi) The longest yard, Sandler
vii) Top Secret (James Bond type spoof?)

I've now listened to all of them except 6 & 7. I watched 6 and 7 hasn't seen the light of day. There was a hint there. Listened. Yup, I'm preparing for my UK trip by listening to as many poms as possible. Lots of my friends in the UK are already taking the piss out of my Aussie twang of an accent so I'm listening to as much British stuff as possible to soften it. I'll piss on their bonfires....

Anyhoos, I'd better go, my eyes are drooping. I promise I'll do my best to post something tomorrow but it's washing, drying, packing, state of origin, tidying, entertaining a guest evening too. I don't make things easy on myself do I?

And then on Thursday morning it's 10 hour flight, 3 hour transit, 14 hour flight time. And cos of all the shit going on in London we're not taking the underground and hanging around for 3 hours waiting for a train, I've booked a hire car from the airport. No lectures on the wisdom on flying around the world, hopping into a car and immediately negotiating Europes busiest motorway and driving 140 miles to old home please. I'm a big boy, I've done it enough times now :)

Hope to post again, but otherwise I'll say hello on the other side, where the water goes down plug holes the other way and it rains lots...