We explored the Glasshouse mountains for a couple hours and set off for Brisbane. On the way I heard there was a Twenty 20 cricket game on at the Gabba that night. It's not quite test cricket, but i'll take whatever I can get. We went to the internet cafe in town and snapped up a pair of tickets, made some calls and headed to see an old friend of Celia's from home(Germiston).What happened next i could've probably predicted. Celia & the girls got chatting and on the wine, so cricket for her was a non starter, I had to find a new cricket partner. Enter stage Bruce (Anne - Celia's old mates husband) and Piet (another wine and gossip widower) to head off to the cricket. I'm not going to bore you with all the highlights of the match, but Queensland thumped Tasmania with a solid, aggressive batting display quickly enough to allow us time to catch dinner when we got home.
Oh and I have to tell you about Celia's mate Iris who ended the evening with one of those sports breathing plasters on her nose while we were chatting at the dinner table. You have no idea, I nearly wet myself. Who does that? It could be the funniest moment on this trip to date. Apologies if she does actually have breathing difficulties, but please warn me next time so my beer doesn't actually come out of my nose.
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