I was looking for something else and came across this. It's all yours Andrew, because it will drive you crazy with the search engines to find out if it is true. Russia has a big girl ballet company and she is a star. With all the carry-on about obesity, the company might have to close because they are running out of big girls.
Miss O'Dyne is unwell so I am posting a photo of Lily the goat. She's up in the paddock where Miss O'Dyne has an old trailer with a tarp on top to keep the rain off. But you know goats, she is jumping down off the tarp where she has made herself a nice sunny hammock.
Margaret Whiteangel has been highlighting Port Fairy on her blog. I loved this little town but it's probably changed somewhat since I was there in 1996 and this was the closest image I could find of the cottage where we always stayed which was called Lavender Cottage in Sackville Street. This one backs on to the river. The boys were too old to come on holidays with the old fogies and so glad I am when I think back on what horrors they would have done. The river, the back calm beach, the rough front beach, I would have been lying down with a cold cloth on my head with the tension. No tower hotels here but I wouldn't have put it past them to try and climb the lighthouse.
Elephant's child is also not well so here is something to make you feel better. A ginormous green freezing cold iceberg with a sprinkling of penguins.
How could I not think of River (not well either) when I found this T-shirt. I would have given this to Elephant's Child but she already has two cats so qualifies to be crazy already, a third cat might tip her over the edge.
Now that the horrendous month of March has passed, a month according to my stars that was going to be one of the star months of the year and absolutely wasn't, I might be able to be sensible in my blogging if I don't get ill or there are no mother emergencies. It's been a painful few weeks for us bloggers, change of seasons? I know that having sinus at one end and cystitis at the other made it very dangerous to sneeze in the street. It couldn't possibly be the fact that we are getting older or maybe it's the horrors of another election where a drover's dog looks more intelligent than the parties we're supposed to support. That must be it, I'm depressed just writing that.