I love the ABC, it’s about 80% of my TV viewing. I would have been an excellent goggle boxer last night when the cricket pay story was on the news.
“That’s why we call him Cleopatra” Chugga said to Emma, nodding in her father, Macka’s direction.
It’s not just Kathy and Heathcliff kind of creepy, this is Moors Murders creepy.
Paula opened her sandwich wrapping and then the note. She took a bit and read ‘You’re dropped, you’re not in our group anymore. Annie & Claire’.
I think most of life’s problems have been fixed in Wicked the musical, or a Paul Kelly song.
‘It’s oh so quiet, it’s oh so still’ a Bjork ear-worm this morning.
Today I’ve started late again because I’ve been very busy domestically. I’ve folded and put away some washing, put on a pot roast, baked a caked, changed the sheets and done some embroidery. Its 11.32 am
I love winter, the crisp cold and bright days. As long as I’m inside and there is tea available I love the wet, windy, dark days too. So far today is tending towards crisp and bright.
I googled ‘timer’ because my phone is charging in the other room and I couldn’t be bothered going to get it and there it is right on the page, a timer in Google. Sure they have all my data and I have no privacy but isn’t that handy! I read a story this morning about … Continue reading Day 5 – So tired
I’m starting to do things that I laugh at my mother about. I sing along to the radio and get far too many of the words wrong. Although last night, on the way home from a cabaret show I managed a pretty decent sing-a-long to Jack Jones Only Heaven Knows, a lovely ballad from the … Continue reading Day 4 – Sing Along