We're back from the land of no 'lectisisy'...

   Welcome back, world wide web, we missed you somewhat - yet it is nice to have a break as well... Yes, the travelling Woodleys have been free camping in the [semi-] wilds of Tasmania so no power or reception (Levente firmly believes that Tassie has no 'lectisisy')... therefore much to catch you up on and share.


   However, most of that has to wait as half our intrepid group are down with a wretched stomach bug... and with that in mind here is the other toilet story I promised you...


  When we stayed at Johanna Beach (update still to come, yes truly!) we visited the Otway Fly Tree Top walk. Prior to heading off on the hour and a half walk we judged it prudent to have a toilet stop - no great hassle you would think as the facilities are top class, and in the course of our journeying we have made many a trip to different public toilets.


   However... try to tell Issy that this is a simple procedure that should come off without a hitch...


   Foolishly, I (being Renee if you have not worked that out yet) decide to take the two girls and Issy all at the same time; and perfect - the toilets have two normal cubicles and one larger disbabled cubicle so we can all go at once if I take Issy with me into the largest one. Accordingly we all enter, and the girls (being old pros at this) manage to do their business with only minimal calling out to me, panicking that there is no toilet paper, and believing that their locks are stuck. 


   You would think that Issy, being with me, should not have these problems, and it's true that he didn't. BUT after I have helped him, I decide to keep him in the cubicle with me as I attend to business to keep him out of whatever mischief he could cook up in a minute or two at the sinks. Does this stop something happening - NOOO! Just as I am unable to jump up, he gets down on his tummy to look under the cubicle door at a large group of European tourists that have entered, then immediately decides to crawl under said door. 


   Well, after his head is through he changes his mind and wants to come back in (meanwhile, I'm repeating 'Issy no, Issy come back, Issy what are you doing!?') and discovers that it's not so easy! I'm trying to instuct him 'Issy turn your head sideways, Issy just wait till I'm finished, Issy what are you doing!?' while trying desperately to finish and come to the rescue. After some interesting gyrations, Issy manages to pull his head back in and in the process his beanie (it was freezing) comes off,  and all he says is 'Why is my beanie here on my head?' as he hadn't noticed for half an hour that it has been on! 


   Meanwhile, I'm cracking up; pulling up my pants; instucting the girls through the door; and vowing that Nick can take the boys to the toilet from now on, I'm certain that I've done my share with the girls...

...{big breath}... Here was our reward...

A taste of things to come...