Well, go on. Say something.
Yesterday was proceeding according to plan, until I went to exit the roundabout to enter my town and some dismal, doughy woman collected the front passenger side of Dragon Wheels.
I was more affronted by her insistence that I was at fault, than the accident itself. Thank goodness a pair of lovely ladies who saw what had happened stopped and give me their details. And the cops I summoned backed me up as well. But who knew that accidents are no longer reportable unless someone’s been injured? When I were a lad it was if there was more than $2,500 worth of damage to the vehicles.
I can’t believe he’s done this to me again!
Friends came around for lunch etc. yesterday and while I was out in the back yard at the compost bin, my friend called out from the front yard, “I think Flot’s here!”
I raced through the house and there he was – just like last time, in the fenced off dinosaur garden, mrrrrowing like he was in distress. He wouldn’t go near my friend, but when I came over he ran up chirping and started nuzzling me through the fence. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing he accepted a salmon sachet and allowed himself to be picked up and brought into TGP’s room.
He was big and fat, a tiny scratch on his nose but paws and claws in good shape. Still wearing his harness but missing the new tags with my mobile number and his ninja bell. He was a bit brubby, and obviously overjoyed to be home. He’s been burying his head in my armpit like a kitten, drooling and purring his head off and very snuggly.
Jet’s been ambivalent. Like me, I think he’d only just got over the heart-break of last time.
Right, I just realised I’m going to be in Melbourne in less than a month. Eeek!
Melbournians, please advise on what sort of garments I will need. And do I require any vaccinations? I am immune to espresso.
This blog is brought to you courtesy of Quokka’s former Mac, that she sweetly scrubbed and gifted to Elf Boy. Because my computer’s died. I think it’s just the screen, but because I’m on the usual festive work-till-you-drop hours I’ll have as much chance of getting to Hardly Normal to replace it as Q will of having any privacy in her own backyard, or Catty would of enjoying a crockpot meal with the Boss. On the same day, in the same house for the latter, I mean.
So Q – Thank You!