aha some bloggers have got back to business, now including me. Possibly you thought I was a gonner. But no. I apologise for my lack of attention to emails, etc and will wallow gleefully in them when I've finished this. The winter solstice approaches and the spirit contemplates flight. Many of you have taken flight; friends, rellies and yoga teachers all gadding about far flung reaches of the world. Meanwhile back in Triabunna I am keyboarding as fast as I can before my body totally seizes up from yesterday's gym and today's gardening. The lawn is at least 30cm high (notice influence of maths classes) and still wet so weeding is easy but not very pleasant. There are some good things happening gardenwise in the self-seeding of wanted plants. I keep my fingers crossed. One slight hassle is that Jill is proving to be a gardener dog. Emma and Rosie used to trot beside me and keep me company in the garden. They have obviously imparted their knowledge to Jill who goes out later and re-arranges things more to her taste.
On to other matters.
After a high on the Sunday, I crashed on the Monday at the blood bank, no fault of theirs. Despite being soggy with water, my blood was very slow to emerge so they had a go at both arms. This has happened to me before but this time it absolutely exhausted me and I was a very sad little bundle leaving there. Fortunately Steve and Jill were waiting for me cos we were going off for a lunch date with Paul The Hunter who some of you know from the Regional Wedding of the Year 2001. I sat slumped on a bench outside Parliament House