STOP PRESS....STOP PRESS.....: What is STOP PRESS?

Right people, Stop press is when I have a chance to write online something that we are doing at - that - moment.
Eg: Today is really 24 October, and I am not in Birdsville (as per last blog) but have travelled a few hilarious miles on, and am stranded in Coober Peedy. Those of you in England find Alice Springs on the map (in the middle), and then go down 600 km. Right, that is where we are .
Last night we tried to put up the caravan, which requires winding a lever and it magically 'pops up'. Or did. Now 3 corners magically pop up, while the other corner magically doesn't. Even mister fixit man is stumped as it will require pulling apart in a major way to get to the pulleys.
Oh, and did I tell you yesterday was 40 degrees (105 F), and that today is the same?
We could do nothing but get a motel for the night, (bathroom, tv, mattress...VERY nice!) This morning, we have managed to get out of the caravan the mattress and bedding ( everything is folded in on its self you see), and tonight we are sleeping in a cave.
True.
We are sleeping at a caravan park which is underground. We have put a mattress in our space with the bedding and will sleep like that. The 2 girls 2 caves down have actually put up their tent underground (I think they are French...).
Here at Coober Peedy most peole live underground. They really are cavemen.

Right now it is 39.27 in the car (still around 105F) so I am sitting outside at the public noodling area of Coober Peedy. I can hear Darren noodling in the stone heaps nearby...
Ofcourse, if it was a public CA-noodling area I would be with him, but I guess only noodles want to noodle at 10 to 6 in the evening in 40 degrees.
So what is noodling I hear you ask? (...or I wish I did cos then you would be here and we could go for a beer while Darren does his nooodle -thing)
Noodling is when you go through someone elses cast off rocks and dust which they have already mined, in the hope you find an opal. Yes, we are in Opal Mining country, people! Darren even asked for luck when he went off (axe in hand - I ask you!), he wants to find me an opal.
SO, HEAR I SIT. Surrounded in dust piles, practically on the set of Mad Max 3, drinking very warm lemonade, utilising the mobile while I can. Because that is the first thing you think - "Hey, I'm sitting on a dustpile, in the middle of nowhere, at 40 degrees; I wonder if the computer will work?"

Tonight another 18" pizza (Darren has most of it), with Nick at his restaurant, a good friend of Darren's sister, Fiona. Then tomorrow up early, and complete change of plan - not East to the Fliders ranges, but South to Port Augusta where we hope on Monday to get our caravan fixed. We wil be using the tent in the mean time, luckily the weather is going to cool down in the next day or so.
So THAT is a STOP PRESS.... now back to Birdsville!....
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