Monday, May 06, 2013

things that only happen in Australia - an occasional series

TA hit a kangaroo in the car last week on the way to Hogwarts. Luckily, he did a defensive driving course with the Army Reserves back in the day that taught him how best to hit a roo (there's precious little hope of avoiding them, unfortunately) and the car and driver survived. The roo died at the scene, I'm afraid.

We are now looking for a new radiator, front grille and headlight mount. (And, again, we got off lightly.)

So, in case you need to know, here's how to hit a kangaroo: get it midair and on the way up. Speed up, if necessary, as slowing down will not help you if the kangaroo is on the ground when the impact hits.

You will not be surprised to learn that, despite now having a license in two countries, I still refuse to drive.


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Have your husband been drinking or is he a bad driver? I know your premiums will go up. Better still you drive.

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Anonymous said...

Elisabeth you are very ill like your grandmother

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas Elisabeth. You evil bitch

Anonymous said...

Do you know Elisabeth that the bastards and bitch WEST stopped me from seeing you when you were a little girl. They are also th├Čeves, liars and parasites like the social services. What comes around goes around. They are wicked and evil. Social services opens letters and reads them. The truth hurts doesn't it. Sister Theresa is a thief and a liar
She stole from me 21 pegs, 2 bottles vitamin drops, 2 weeks milk tokens. Social services also owes me money
I babysat for one woman in Laburnum road where I used to live Christine Swan. I was given clothes dresses for you
I washed them mended them took them in and gave them to June Martin and that thief gave them away to somebody else. I don't believe in charity anymore. My time, my heat, my thread for somebody else. I have the right to call The WESTS thieves and liars. I also have the right to call social workers thieves liars and parasites. Your mother.