Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
I am in love... I lose in love again!!!
Monday, 28 September 2009
Nibbles of deliciousness...
Sunday, 27 September 2009
This other book looked fun on the outside, but showed us that you cannot judge a book by it's cover...ever. The story was dull and aside from one or two funny pictures it's not one of our favourites. I am always reluctant to say things like that about a book. It takes the author so long to write and obviously they used a lot of their creative juices to write it....so I say good work on writing and publishing a book.....but it just wasn't one that will join our bookshelf.
Books are lovely. We are definitely book people in this house.
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Work coming to an end and I will be back. I am so tired.
Pobj off to Indo next Sunday. We are off on a road trip with a wonderful Mumma and Grandpa....I am so excited. Hopefully we will get to listen to Psalty songs and go through Dunedo looking for toilets...ahhh reliving those glory days. We will do some jumping and take photo's, hopefully of a giraffe dribbling on one of us, yep look out Dubbo here we come.
Friday, 25 September 2009
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Today I met a man. He was sitting on these steps smoking and drinking wine. He offered me a drink, if it wasn’t too early in the day for me. He didn’t mind that I would have to drink out of the same bottle as him. He didn’t mind that he had to move from the steps so I could join him on the deck. He didn’t mind interrupting my study every few minutes for a chat. He did mind if I upset the sickly pigeon he was carefully tending. All he wanted was a small piece of bread for his feathered patient. All I had was cashews. Too big, he said. And my name didn’t suit me, not pretty, not like Ilena. Ilena, that’s what he would call me. He had trouble remembering names, he’d had 3 strokes, but he could remember Ilena. And he’d fallen a little bit in love with me, but that wasn’t my fault, he said as he kissed my hand and walked away.