The mouse situation at home is getting more disturbing each day.
We went through Carnarvon which flooded just before Christmas, the main north highway just reopened but still showing evidence of the floods up to neck height on the fence-lines of what were a month ago thriving plantations.
Well we have made it across the Nullarbor, spent a week in Kalgoorlie and overnighted at chateau drought-stricken farm.
I've listened to the political argy bargy this morning on the proposed carbon scheme and I'm wondering whether there is a strange disease which normal human beings catch once they get a few votes and become 'politicians'.
We're enjoying the social bibs and bobs of being in town and last night I had a friend pop around for a glass of wine...this can't be done lightly on the station - or without great planning, so a spur of the moment 'let's catch up' is an absolute delight.
I've watched the Christchurch scenes with great distance, and while I am sympathetic, I feel untouched by it all.
I've noticed since Dean's departure that I'm having an awful lot of conversations without words. Many of them involve the animals...and with Alice, sometimes we just do funny little grunting noises back and forwards until she gets across what she would like to...
The girls and I had a blissful day yesterday...content to wander and play, they're at the age where a genuine friendship is blossoming between them (most of the time), and Maggie now holds Alice's hand to look after her in the yard as we walk around to check the plants.
Normally when I wake up I have a clear thought or idea that I want to share with you. Today I've got a dozen...
I must admit, it's been a trying, oh, say, 12 months for our eldest babe Maggie.
