Phyllis’ Water Feature

About a week ago Mack, Daniel & I were scroungin’ round the tip looking for stuff to throw in the trailer to make a bush-cubby-to-end-all-bush-cubbies. After scoring much of what you’d expect they suggested we go to the other tip. What other tip? The one at the end of the dirt track across the road where people go who don’t want to pay to dump stuff. So we went round this spaghetti trail seeing much of the same, only it had a few special items.

World meet Phyllis. She was feeling a little sorry for herself after loosing a foot in a canine-related accident and needed a pick me up. I’m not sure Mack & Daniel were convinced when I placed her on my dash. But I was in love. Given that we’re on stage 12 water restrictions in the middle of the desert it kinda makes sense why someone would’ve tossed her. Who can afford a fancy checkered bikini, slip slap slop, water feature Granny? (Note the hose-in, hose-out)

The next day we packed the family into the Pajero (which means wanker by the way, in fact out here there’s lots of us!) and head out into the dirt. Phyllis wanted to take in a picture show. Pyper suggested Hannah Montana and so we head off towards Wilcannia, Broken Hill, Silverton, Menindee and many back bush roads in between. Much fun was had by all and Phyliss was a laugh a minute. As of tonight she sits in our shop window on the Ivanhoe main street, holding court.