Houseboat-ed-ness

This is getting to be quite a foreign idea:

I am NOT going to make a list this post. And it’s true, I’m not.

Over the weekend, my family, my cousins and a couple of other families went down the Tweed River on a houseboat. Well, two houseboats actually. There were a lot of us.

First night (Friday night) we stopped near Fingal, in the nicest spot ever. Turned out we were parked smack- dab in the middle of the section of river you weren’t allowed to anchor in, but whatever, it was nice. A couple of the families had speedboats along with them, so we got to do doughnutting, water skiing and wake boarding.
I only tried the doughnut and wake boarding. We went on the doughnut heaps, that was really awesome, because one of them had two doughnuts going at once, so you’d be there bashing into each other and everything. And I probably should mention that even though I spent ages trying to stand up on the wake board, I didn’t actually manage. It was really fun trying though.

So that was fun.

I can’t think of anything else that’s been happening (give me a break, I’ve only been back since yesterday morning.)

Bye.