Like I said, I don’t mind that the hairdresser fails to transform me into Winona Ryder, but I would prefer not to look quite so much like Rod Stewart.
Category: fark
Sinking feeling
Adelaide had changed the sheets, dusted the dresser and as the Sunday shadows grew long, she was enjoying the sound – the tinkling, crinkling, most satisfying sound – of the things in the vacuum tube. Until she realised that last was a worry doll. A Guatemalan one.
‘Oh dear,’ she thought. ‘That can’t be good.’ And in anticipation, she opened a bottle of wine. Giving it time to breathe.
Bit of a shambles…
that million penguins experiment. And I’m probably one of its more generous observers.
But in other news, I screwed my courage to the sticking post, registered for raw comedy and last night won my heat. I then enjoyed a most excellent glass of wine as well as the opportunity to gaze upon this man again (and yes, the curl of his lashes more than compensates for the odd twist to his smile) then sensibly came home to enjoy a cup of tea and late night conversation with my babysitting dad rather than staying out and starting on the mango daquiris.
After four bad sleeps…
It’s funny that when I looked in the mirror this morning I thought I have never looked worse and yet, I look like a photo that could be used for before.
meanwhile in a playground not a million miles away and sometimes frequented by me and my kids…
This is a heath goanna from Kangaroo Island. Although they do scramble up drains in search of rainwater and sniff around eskies and dinner tables in manners you would consider rather forward in another guest, they are not venomous and are kind of cool to have around. Also, it is not unreasonable to see one while you are living in the scrub, and you can be fairly sure that when you return to more settled establishments, they will be leaving you alone.
Unlike snakes!