I am not one to have New Year 'wishes'. I find that at my age I am just glad to wake up in the morning. Everything after that is a bonus. This Christmas Hubby bought me a bicycle and is taking me out, a bit at a time, on gentle rides to help build up my strength and health. Of course not one to be like the rest, I acquired an 'in your face' purple helmet with pink fastenings. I never said I would be growing old gracefully. Ok, its not a motorcycle, but it gets me out and about.
The Mean Machine.
I was hoping to put Baxter in the basket, but due to snacks and Christmas fare, he is uuummmm, slightly on the heavy side. When we go for walks he gets mud on his stomach! So there goes my idea of him in the basket with Biggles goggles on and ears flapping in the breeze. I'll wait till I get a motorbike!!
Me in my Purple magnificence.
Brandi has taken to sleeping in the back of No.2 son's desk drawer. We are unsure just how she manages it. She must be part mouse!
Well it has been a while since I was on blogger. Life sort of catches you unawares and before you know it one week turns into two and so on. Strange things continue to grow in my vegie patch, no doubt brought in by the birds. We let the ladies into the patch, and several hours later, all was virtually bulldozed.
Local Galahs have been noisily having PTA meetings on the neighbour's antenna. For such beautiful birds, their calls make your ears ache.
The local gossips.
Talk to the back!!
And what are you looking at?
I did however receive quite a shock last week. I am going to be a Grandma!!!!!!