No respect...back in the surf

During the week we attended the kid’s school ‘Musical Showcase’ at the Gold Coast Arts Centre. Jasmine sang a couple of songs in the infants choir. It was quite a good night with a couple hundred kids involved. Although I must admit I am not a big fan of school brass bands. I also don’t like people who think it is OK to have a chat during the performances. Unfortunately I had two women sitting behind me chatting away constantly. They were so loud at one point that I could not hear one of the kids announcing the next performance. I turned around and politely (with no doubt an angry face) asked for them not to speak while the kids were performing.

Last night some people across the road from us had a party. Almost every time they have a party some of their visitors have a little too much to drink, which invariably ends in fights, arguments or people calling out to each other very late at night. I always do a quick sweep of our nature strip the morning after because some ferals like to throw their takeaway rubbish and beer bottles out of the cars before they leave. How hard is it to throw your rubbish in your own bin when you get home?

Today I went down to the beach for a surf on my wave ski. The kids weren’t too interested in going and Lani was happy to stay at home with them. On the way to the beach I had just turned onto the M1 motorway when I realised I forgot to put my paddle in the car. With no exits until Smith St I had to do a big loop to get back home. 15 minutes later I had the paddle and was on my way again. I was just glad I didn’t get to the beach before realising I didn’t have the paddle. The surf was quite good this morning and I really enjoyed my couple of hours on the water.