I was hanging my clothes into a section of our new wardrobe when I noticed that their weight had somewhat bent the bar provided. Upon attempting to straighten it, the bar — and, of course, the clothes — collapsed, leaving a sizeable scratch down one side of the new structure. Fortunately, the new Westinghouse fridge had been delivered, at 10.30 a.m., and Tiki had remained in a loving mood. This meant that I was told that I was “hopeless” in a considerably more light-hearted manner than would otherwise have been the case.
At 7.00 p.m., on Channel Seven’s “Willesee”, there is a report on the disappearance of the anti-drugs campaigner, Donald Mackay, from his home town of Griffith, in south-western New South Wales. Blood stains were found beside his tiny panel van in the car park of a local hotel and grave fears are held for his safety.
Programmes from “Happy Days” and “Laverne And Shirley” follow, on Channel Nine, from half past seven and eight o’clock respectively. Jet lag has caught up with Tiki’s father and he is sound asleep. We left to spend our first night in our own house, only to discover that the archaic electric water heater, which is located on the bathroom wall, does not work.