Nigel Robert is my ‘go to’ person for everything from “Am I being unreasonable?” or “should I apologise?” to “would I enjoy this movie?”
In fact, he knows me so well that I’ve saved countless hours avoiding crappy movies that he knows I’d hate.
Category: Cobar
Welcome to Winter
It seems that the southern hemisphere has decided to skip the usual pleasantries of an Autumn’s day and go straight to winter. One sure sign of an impending cold spell has been the sight of Gary Gecko (I know I know….. how on earth did he get here from Enngonia??) who has taken refuge in our laundry where apparently it’s much warmer behind the freezer.
Planes, Pains and Automobiles
Now Qantas has always been my airline of choice and when Number 2 son generously paid for me to come and stay in New Zealand, I went online to the Manage My Booking site to reserve seat numbers for the four flights (Dubbo/Sydney, Sydney/Auckland and returns). Warning: verbal diarrhoea follows.
Signs of the Times
Tomorrow I’m off to New Zealand to catch up with my son, daughter in law and beautiful granddaughter, who’s on school holidays.
So I’ve been doing a fair bit of multi-tasking including planning and packing for the flight across the Ditch (“Sorry but there’s a glitch in the new system and we can’t reserve your seats” – Aaaaah!), compiling our first roster (Yes the good sergeant is now letting us do the roster!) and the usual high maintenance running / entertaining of one devil dog.
Added to that, there’s been the mandatory online training that goes with confirmation of elections work (early voting plus election day) requiring studying around 300 instructional screens and videos as well as the accompanying flaming hoops of the police check (4 mandatory pieces of ID plus a ‘selfie’ while holding one of said pieces).
While I like to think that I can walk and chew gum with the best of them, it seems that, in this instance I’ve failed miserably and the Blog has been all but forgotten.
So instead of the usual ‘Notice me! Notice me!’ rant, here’s a quick and very random compilation of Cobar’s ‘signs of the times’, including some from the mining museum- contrary to previously uninformed proclamations it really is worth a visit!!
Enjoy!
Plan A
When our landlord recently decided to put our rental house on the market, Nigel and I discussed the idea of buying the property in my name only thus hoping to avoid a potential conflict of interest.
Interview with a Highway Patrolman
How did you transition from General Duties to Highway Patrol?
It’s mandatory to do a minimum of three years in general duties before you can transfer to a specialist position. I successfully applied for a traineeship at Cobar and have just completed the necessary 5 phases of training including Advanced Driver Training skills, Traffic legislation, Radar Theory and Maths as well as Lidar Theory.
Ain’t Gonna study Law no more
Okay, sorry but that was the best I could come up with and Yes, I realise that the heading isn’t all that catchy or totally apt but Nigel is at work and, to be honest, he’s my ‘go to’ person when I’m lacking inspiration for something clever – hence “Twelve degrees of separation”, which was a lot better than all of my suggestions at the time.
It occurs to me that I never got back to you regarding the final week of exams.
Three Steps Forward
After a fun week with friends and neighbours, enjoying the cool nor-easterlies at Paradise, we’ve returned to life on the sun – or so it feels.
Our punishment for a week away is dead grass, dead shrubs, melted candles and continual temperatures in the 40s. All my hard work weeding, watering and sprucing up the yards and getting up early during water restrictions has, alas, been undone!
Finals Fever
With Cobar temperatures stuck in a rut, we’re looking forward to Nigel’s next exam – if only to escape the incessant heat. On the 13th of January, he’ll return to his Goulburn cell (well, size-wise anyway) for the final HWP exams while Bowie and I return to all things sand and surf and await his arrival on the 18th of January (We love the good sergeant!).
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Twelve degrees of separation!
Married to a Country Cop 