Argh I hate stupid update automatically buttons!

I've managed to make it into Rockhampton okay. Another lovely session of driving more than 7 hours in a stretch. Not exactly my favorite thing especially when I happen to get squashed into the back seat.
Saying goodbye to Cwalen was hard... leaving to go off to this thing was hard also. I didn't want to go, I didn't want to leave him behind, I don't know. But I can't drag him along too, that's not fair. Dilemma. *sigh*
http://www.poetictech.com/ he sent me this link this afternoon. *smile* Check it out - its like the penultimate in cool!
After we arrived in Rockhampton all of the family sat around the dinner table and yakked for hours. To hear all of the old anecdotes and stories flying around the dinner table - well, actually most if not all of it is true - incredible things happened in Charter's Towers (or Charlie's Trousers as it is colloquially known) in the 1940's and 50's. To the tune of a freewheel bike with an oval front wheel, and a stick in the ground so that you could tell the time (although getting a response as to whether it was an analogue or a digital stick was rather hard)... Burdening ducks and marching a million times over a particular bridge. I believe that the children of my notorious family had to walk uphill both to and from school!
*laugh* Crazy kids. :)
Anyway at this moment in time, I am in Rockhampton, one of my friends is travelling through Melbourne simply because its there and I'm attempting to negotiate with my e-mail program in an attempt to get something usable from my brain and fingers onto the keyboard.
I should attempt this with more effort. :)
I spy an apple, too.... *hunger rumbles*
*eats apple*

Relations and affections

At the moment I'm using the computer to hole up for a moment to get away from everyone. I need some time out from my family since they are just about in a state of semi-feud at the moment. *smile* Oh well, they're all completely nutty.
My dad is on the phone from Russia too... calling my mother's mobile. Oh well I'm sure he can increase their national debt by a little. :)
*laugh*
Hrm, someone's playing Tchaikovsky (spelling?)... okay well at least it isn't the 1812 Overture, that would be a little tacky for a funeral, even though it was heard that the French ran away. Granny didn't like the French for some reason - I never found out why.
I think I will...
Actually I won't, I'll be bodily dragged off the computer and taken off to do some shopping. Well, buying stuff for other people, which is weird.
I've been taken out to the Rockhampton Shopping Centre and around Woolworths, a florist, a music store... camera shop. Now I have new film so that I can have a record of the funeral service for my father who is in Russia at the moment, we have 36 roses (significant number although I'm not sure why), and also I have a new CD.
A Ravel collection with 'Bolero' on it. A part of a symphony performance by the London Philharmonic. Since my grandmother was British (well I am too I suppose, I'm not really an Australian), I'm sure she'd approve. :)
The best thing however was going to Woolworths however and buying a whole heap of fruit to go in a fruit salad! So I made a massive thing of fruit salad with honey and cinnamon and yoghurt. :)
*groan*
I ate the whole thing too. I feel stuffed.
We will shortly be off to go to the funeral service and I should go downstairs after I finish this. I'll have to read part of a eulogy and everything, it all needs to be done for that closure that we all need.
Some words are funny. Like kumquats. Also pickles. Mulling I also like!