Isabella and The Pile of Dirty Washing in the Laundry.

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Isabella and The Pile of Dirty Washing in the Laundry.

There was no denying it. The rain was no where to be seen and Isabella had no more excuses for the large pile of dirty washing in the laundry. She had never seen the sky so blue, the sun so warm, the air so clean. Isabella had laundry to do and there was nothing that would stop her. In an instant, Isabella stood back, took a deep breath and thought, “The sky is blue. The sun is warm. The air is clean. ” There began the procurement of fresh Australian king prawns, a perfectly ripe avocado and a bottle of chilled local white wine. With Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds playing, good food and great wine, Isabella believed herself to be the happiest she had been in ages. Thank God she had decided to stuff the laundry today. She may have to do the same tomorrow.

Isabella and the International Fruit Pickers.

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Isabella and the International Fruit Pickers.

Isabella spoke many languages – the language of love, the language of food, the language of wine. Luckily for Isabella, these languages are commonplace amongst the non-English speaking backpackers who frequented the Granite Belt every picking season. After a few awkward ‘oui ouis,’ Isabella broke out her picnic basket, cranked open the wine and shared the regions harvest with her new friends. It was lovely until the moment was interrupted abruptly by the farmer. In the confusion of meeting new people, Isabella had forgotten that the fruit had to be picked BEFORE they could celebrate the harvest. Lesson learned.

Isabella and What She Really Wanted for Breakfast.

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Isabella and What She Really Wanted for Breakfast.

She really didn’t want cereal for breakfast but Isabella knew that she had to keep herself in shape as another photo shoot was looming. Thank God for the double shot long black. It was going to be hard to convince her tummy that the oatmeal was really the desired crispy potato rosti, poached egg and ‘crack a tooth on the rind’ smokey bacon. Hollandaise sauce on the side was stretching her imagination a little too much this time.

Isabella and the Feast at Happy Hour.

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Isabella and the Feast at Happy Hour.

The restaurant had barely opened its doors (5.45pm) and already Isabella had ordered her entree, main and dessert. Waiting for her wine order she realised that she enjoyed eating at a time best befitting a seniors happy hour. She wondered if there was a happy hour discount. Ha ha – those fools who eat at normal hours had nothing on her ‘eat like an old person’ scheme. And yes, tap water would be fine – another ‘bottled water scam’ averted.