Bloke........not.

Bloke is Strine for male

I was exiting the Northern store here yesterday morning, little kid of about 5 comes barreling down from road on his bike, up the wheel chair ramp and to abrupt stop and says, hi!
Me, Hi bloke!
Little kid, I’m not a bloke!
Me, Oh! your not a bloke, then who are you?
Little kid, I’m Robert! in a very indignant tone.
Me, well hi Robert.
Made my week sure.

What a week it was, brought back to earth with a thud after brief hiatus south.
First we had call very early Monday morning from Daughter. The quadraplex across from her was on fire. We went down to offer any help we could, despite fire fighters efforts the building burnt to ground. No one hurt, two residents were able to get their possessions out with help from locals. One apartment was empty, fire looked to have started that end.

Next morning at 1 pm had another call, this time from across road, alerted to kids at my ski doo. Go out, kids gone but hose running from gas tank to gas can, I did get kids names though.

Several nights and early morns the pods of kids and youth running a little wild with drinking and who knows what else. I still don’t get it that school kids are allowed run wild at 2 and 3 AM on school days.
Then there is the adults doing the same crap in middle of the day, little wonder the young are confused and miss directed.

So the incident with the little bloke brightened things up a bit, not to mention the weather; that has been blinding sun and up to + 22 on Thursday. Have the gardens all turned over and airing, wont get too ahead of myself as the ice will go soon, then we will surely get the in winds off the Labrador.