I am house sitting for friends for a fortnight. I will let them know what is going on in their absence so they know I haven't burnt their house down (failure to post on any given day does not indicate I accidentally set fire to their house).
Today there were people filming a footy clinic on the oval. There was an amusing juxtaposition of boys in black skinny jeans with ironic, slim-fitting flannel shirts and men in baggy red shirts and blue footy shorts. Running around at knee level were kids dressed in their team colours. Preponderance of Hawthorn and Carlton.
I trod on a bee.
I lost the dog once last night and once this morning. I turned my back on her for half a second, picking zucchini, and she was gone.
I found the dog, twice. I figure I am fine, as long as I keep finding her the same number of times as I lose her.
I cooked some of the sorrel with dinner. It was like baby spinach with a drizzle of lemon.
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Just Try not to find the dog more times than you loose it or there might be some weird JuJu
I'm sure Jayne would love two dogs.
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