Why I love my wife...

She would go into the bowels of hell for me - in a cotton jumpsuit...nice of Satan to provide the metal walkway.  Under the prison of Fremantle.

But enough of my late-night sentimentality...

Consider the lilies of the field (this past Spring while in the \(countryside around Adelaide)...

 

 

The Perfect Woman.  Deep sea fishing off Melbourne which required taking a shower at the marina, and THEN going to the airport.  I caught zip.