I love Otters, love love Otters. Remember the Hover Cat memes? So here we have a hover Otter.
I needed something cute. Yesterday it snowed in Oakleigh, which is just up the highway from Cheltenham, snow for Scummo's sake! Of course I blame the Government, doesn't everyone.
My neighbour came in and took my garbage bin out and just made it back to his front door when the thunder started and the rain and the hailstones. It was freezing. I fell asleep near the fire and didn't wake until 3 in the morning when I staggered off to bed.
The cat would have fainted if it had snowed on him. He still hasn't recovered from last winter when he was caught by hailstones and they melted in his fur.
A lot of talk going around about freedom of religion. Great, another mess.
My first faith is Science followed closely by Harry Potter. Sort that out you moronic creeps.
Looking at this photo from National Geo makes me feel freezing but I'm laughing at the same time.
According to photographer Michael Schaake, he decided to take his time to photograph one sheep but one after the other, the rest appeared. It's a brilliant shot.
Reminds me of those cat memes we all loved. "How to catch a cat", put down an empty box and watch it fill as 3 or 4 cats tried to fit into the box or put down freshly laundered washing on a couch. I can vouch for the ironing. I lost the Ice Bear the other night and only found him when he moved on the white sheet on the top of the pile. Don't worry I don't iron sheets, they just happened to be on the chair with the rest of the un-ironed laundry. Still there and another load in the dryer and another lot un-washed in the machine. Don't judge, I'm cold and coughing again.
At the moment it's only 9 degrees in Cheltenham, feels like zero. I only checked to see what temperature is for Thursday or Friday as I haven't yet made an appointment for a follow up heart scan. I must go and do it now and hope the wind dies down. The bloody cat is insisting on the back door being open so he can make a dash for a pee, never mind me freezing to death and he has kitty litter but he needs a bigger tray. I'm the one who had to wipe him down when the wind changed and he was pee'd upon, could have been worse.
A pox on everyone who's delighted with the falling snow. By the time I get the CT scan I'll be coughing up ice.
I can't talk about it. I didn't drink my booze or open my chocolates, my mouth wouldn't close.
Honestly these three would have made a better party for Parliament than the morons other people elected. Waiting now for Clive to once again demand that Queensland secede from Australia. Since every poll got it all wrong I will put it out that Abbott will find someway to stand as an Independant just to prove he is the arse he's always tried to hide.
When things quieten down I'll be writing to Labor Party to think about having a list of people who will be voting by post for all elections. I was too sick to go out and post my letter so it was up to the school in nice sunshine. World of Warcraft waging in left arm with the flu vac and by the reaction, my T cells were winning. Boo to bitch, who, when I was leaving looked at me but spoke to bloke coming in back door to make sure he left by front door. Front door has a step of 10 or 12 cms, very difficult with dodgy knees, dizzies and a walker. Just for that I refused to buy their cakes. Staggered to shop for their divine coffee and sat until I could walk to rest of the way home.
Every time one of those urks got another vote I turned to SBS and watched Queen sing. Could not bear to see Victor and Vanquished speeches and almost went to bed then but I was comfortable. And on comes The Drum with a brilliant run down of what had happened followed by a re-run of the first episode of the new series of Harrow then it was bed. Unfortunately I had been interrupted in taking off the bottom sheet and putting new winter one on. Damn, slept on the wool overlay but woke up with pain somewhere and couldn't wake up enough to find out where it was until I swung legs out of bed. Spine, down the leg to zinging foot so Voltaren on, wait a few minutes, pain gone. Still haven't put the sheet on yet.
Too much sitting with magazines but I have only 8 or so to throw out. Anybody remember Silkymits? If you do you're officially old but they were handy in between shaving legs to keep the hair down. I failed leg shave, always nearly bled to death when using that damn razor. Good thing I wasn't a bloke, cut throats would have been the death of me. Other things, not much advertising for perfume except Tweed but loads for ladies' cigarettes.
Put the news on now and keep my eyes shut. Watch out for freedom of religion brought up in Parliament. Me, I'm dying my white cat black and back to dancing in the moonlight.